To fall into despair and to keep falling,
Until your knees buckle and
You begin to see your father's face as some distant object
But on the other side of the screen, you do know that
A world, some world, exists
Do twigs fall out of despair?
No, they fall with gladness - Zhuangzi knows.
And the carp, too, sing their own songs.
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