There Are Only Two Or Three Human

Elsewhere The Sky Is The Roof Of The World; But Here The Earth Was The Floor Of The Sky.

It Is Cremated Youth. It Is All Yours--no One Gave It To You.

It Does Not Matter Much Whom We Live With In This World, But It Matters A Great Deal Whom We Dream Of.

When Kindness Has Left People, Even For A Few Moments, We Become Afraid Of Them As If Their Reason Had Left Them. When It Has Left A Place Where We Have Always Found It, It Is Like Shipwreck; We Drop From Security Into Something Malevolent And Bottomless.

If Youth Did Not Matter So Much To Itself, It Would Never Have The Heart To Go On.