I will find new meaning in every joy and sorrow.
No One in the Entire World is as Precious as You are.
I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover
Idle man, chases after fairy tales.
We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.
The whole universe is contained within a single human being - you.