He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

To sense the peace of extinguished passion Happiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.