Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.
When a human's tears finally dry up forever, they transform into a monster.
The Bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my Wings to make me tame.
No matter how many stones you throw at the water's surface, no matter how much you step on a shadow, the water's surface does not disappear, the shadow does not disappear.
I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.
He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.