Are you serving a sentence in the world because of your innocence, traveling in the world because of your lack of merit, or are you here in the world because of the mountains, rivers and seas?
The heavy rain pierced the spine, and the night choked my breath, numbing, waking, and furious.
After the capriciousness, the wind blows in the wilderness.
Between life and death, there is always loneliness.
Intention: With my sword at my side, I dare to ask questions about the world