Author: Kuan Tao-sheng
You and I have so much love That it burns like a fire, In which we bake a lump of clay Molded into a figure of you And a figure of me. The we take both of them, And break them into pieces, And mix the pieces with water, And mold again a figure of you, And a figure of me. I am in your clay. You are in my clay. In life we share a single quilt, In death we will share one bed.