Stars Burn Clear All Night

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

Love Is The Sea Where Intellect Drowns.

Open Your Arms If You Want The Beloved's Embrace.

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey!