When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.
If only I could leave everything as it is, without moving a single star or a single cloud. Oh, if only I could!
Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.
He who holds me by a thread is not strong; the thread is strong.
The shadows: some hide, others reveal.
There are sufferings that have lost their memory and do not remember why they are suffering.