Deep poetic thoughts.
How seductive the perfume of flowers is!
The smell of my tobacco never chases it.
The beauty of flowers intoxicates me.
The smoke of my tobacco is a grey wisp.
Where does it go leaving my lips?
It hears my stories when I don't speak.
Does it take my words to lose them in mist?
Hello flowers! You pat my spring dreams.
Tobacco! You burn both yourself and me.
What can I discover, the world's philosophy?
Many brains can be driven mad by it.
I still dig my brain with a phantom stick.