"A Pain"
At night, the moonlight is hazy, my thoughts awaken with the shooting stars, the pain tears my tentacles, and I feel lonely. I fall into my arms at night and taste a wine called lovesickness. Bitterness slides across the tip of my heart. Warmth is like the burning pain of a wound. Moonlight, can you give me your gentlest song? Gather the dreams of longing and embroider them into a pillow. In this way, I can: lie down with my thoughts on my pillow, lie down with my thoughts in my arms, and laugh through every night. . .
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If it's about drinking alcohol, then it's not 'hot'! The passionate emotional connotation doesn't fit; if it's very strong, then it's 'spicy'.
Amidst simplicity, there is deep affection hidden; this wine adds just the right warmth to pain. It is the essence of the short poem.
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