the raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "keep me in your heart forever" the jasmine sighed"alas". and dropped to the ground. my flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten, in the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory
what language is thine,o sea. the language of eternal question. what language is your answer. the language of eternal silence
let life be beautiful like summer flowers, and death like autumn leaves. stray birds of summer come to my window, to sing and fly away