# 煩惱的倒影

The reflection of anxiety is still anxiety.
A lady yonder isolated from the ocean of laughter.
Should I disturb her, I wondered?
Should my abruptness stop her
from being drowned in the depth of sorrow?
After repeated reflections, I uttered...
The phrases I strained to squeeze out,
were just dissolved underneath her brows
that were tangled as layers of waves;
yet not a half of ripples was raised.
Limitation frees creation.