Two such as you with such a master speed,Cannot be parted nor be swept away.

To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.

The echo mocks her origin to prove she is the original.

To the guests that must go, bid God's speed and brush away all traces of their steps.