I've Lived My Life Again Just Telling

If A Few Minutes Of Suffering Could Make Me So Angry, What Would Years Of It Do? Even A Stone Can Be Worn Down With Enough Rain.

Water Is Powerful. It Can Wash Away Earth, Put Out Fire, And Even Destroy Iron.

Now I Know That Our World Is No More Permanent Than A Wave Rising On The Ocean. Whatever Our Struggles And Triumphs, However We May Suffer Them, All Too Soon They Bleed Into A Wash, Just Like Watery Ink On Paper.

At That Moment, Beauty Itself Struck Me As A Kind Of Painful Melancholy.

Geisha Is Always Called Beautiful Even If She Is Not.