There are eight sufferings in life: birth, old age, illness, death, long-lasting resentment, parting from love, not being able to ask for something, not being able to let go.
What I'm telling you here is: a sad song, a story about a world full of desolation and despair. In this world, there is always one person whom we cannot stay with for the rest of our lives.
A tragic song and a world of mortals, a dream of worldly affairs and everything in vain. A man in feathery clothes is startled, and a sheet of flying snow leaves a solitary city. One look at the warmth will make you drunk for a lifetime, but one look at it will make you drunk.