Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, But love unexplained is clearer.
Everything has to do with loving and not loving.
This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.
Whatever you lost through fate, be certain that it saved you from pain.
This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute