All of them are ordinary experiences
and quotidian images.
Once in a while they surge into dreams,
and metamorphose them into numerous patterns
All of them are common emotions
and daily-used languages.
Once in a while they would inspire a poet
to make them switch into fanciful verses.
Only when drunk will you know how stiff the drink is.
Only when loved will you know how deep the love is.
So you cannot write my verses;
just like I cannot dream your dreams.