What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.
Longing is the core of mystery. Longing itself brings the cure. The only rule is, suffer the pain. Your desires must be disciplined And what you want to happen in time, sacrificed.
And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.
The wine of this fleeting world caused your head to ache.
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.
Revile those who flatter you.