A Lady

You are beautiful and faded,
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun-flooded silks
Of an eighteenth century boudoir.
In your eyes
Smoulder the fallen roses of outlived minutes,
And the perfume of your soul
Is vague and suffusing,
With the pungence of sealed spice jars,
Your half-tones delight me,
And I grow mad with gazing
At your blent colours.

My vigor is a new-minted penny,
Which I cast at your feet.
Gather it up from the dust,
That its sparkle may amuse you.

AMY LOWELL

“小时候自从我爸爸长了胡子，我就喜欢它。所以我就让我的继续长。当我在军队的时候，总是被告知要把它剃掉。我不明白为什么我就得弄掉从我身体里长出来的东西。在任它随意长长以后就这样结束了。现在我甚至在做胡子造型。因为我的胡子，我在便利店兼职时发生过很多故事。奇怪的是，顾客总是问我的宗教信仰。他们提到的第一件事就是，‘我能问问你的宗教是什么吗？’我想我的胡须可能会让他们想起一个穆斯林男人之类的……不过我是个天主教徒。”
（人在首尔）

“아버지가 수염을 기르셔서 어릴 적부터 수염이랑 친했어요. 그래서 줄곧 길렀는데 군대에 가니 계속 자르라고 하더라고요. 몸에서 계속 나오는 걸 왜 내가 막아야 하나 싶었죠. 그래서 그냥 기르다보니 이렇게 됐어요. 지금은 수염 모델도 하고 있어요. 편의점 야간 알바를 하면서도 겪은 수염 관련 일화도 많아요. 오시는 분들이 이상하게 저에게 종교를 많이 물어보세요. 첫 마디가 ‘혹시 종교가…?’ 이렇게 시작해요. 아마 이슬람교를 생각하지 않으셨나 싶은데...저 성당 다니거든요.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
"Since my father grew a beard, I've liked them ever since I was young. So I kept on growing mine. When I was in the army, I was always told to cut it. I didn’t get why I had to get rid of something that comes out of my body. It ended up like this after just letting it grow. Now I'm even doing some beard modeling. I have a lot of stories from my part time job at the convenience store because of my beard. Weirdly enough, customers often ask about my religion. The first thing they say is, 'Can I ask what your religion is?' I think my beard might remind them of a Muslim man or something… but I'm a Catholic."

I'm tired of being alone

I want to find her, eat together, sleep together, watch the sunrise and sunset together, laugh together, cry together, watch the beauty of the world together, grow old together, and then listen to her say, "Hey, bad old man, I want to eat sugar. https://t.cn/R2WxHFa