The earthly world is too shallow, and worldly things are too deep. This short period of more than ten years should not have been like this. I still dream about holding a kite and running through the courtyard with fallen leaves in the past, climbing over the courtyard wall that is neither high nor short and glowing with moss and ocher.
The life is too short and the past is too long. I passed by you who should have met you in the palace of Goya, in the desert growth rings where dangers abound and thunder and lightning set the moon. If nostalgia can't lighten this pain, please forget me. After all, the so-called mortal world in this world only lasts three thousand in one lifetime.