"When young, I knew not the taste of sorrow, yet loved to climb high. Loved to climb high, and force myself to write new words about sorrow.
Now I know sorrow's every flavor, and want to speak, but stop. Want to speak, but stop, and only say: What a fine autumn day, with the air turning cool.
To the Tune of Chou Nu Er, Inscribed on a Wall Along the Road to Mount Boshan, by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty"
The joys and sorrows of an ordinary person, searching for a patch of sky in a foreign land.
