The myriad-minded man

The bag was so full

I couldn’t carry it

I took out a few things

To capture the essence of a beautiful past

I am not guilty

I wish I could take out somewhat more

The myriad-minded man

Why did you keep my deepest thoughts

In the bag, so beautifully

I can’t promise, I won’t go near the bag again

The ecstasy of influence never wanes