Through love scraps of copper are turned to gold.
I will find new meaning in every joy and sorrow.
A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?
Both light and shadow are the dance of Love.
Friendship of the wise is good; a wise enemy is better than a foolish friend.
What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I've lived too long where I can be reached.