The first wish is that my husband will live a thousand years, and the second wish is that I will always be in good health.
The three wishes are like the beams on a house, and swallows are common every year.
Out of reach, yet at ease. I will forget you before the next spring breeze comes, as if we never met in the world of mortals.
I watched the fire from the other side, fearing to disturb the people on the shore.
Intention: Smell the roses