GL: A Stone's Throw Away, Yet Worlds Apart

The more beautiful the blossoms, the deeper the sorrow, for their dazzling moment is only a prelude to their fading; when love reaches its height, it turns to indifference, and even vows of devotion are no more than morning dew and mist. As I watch the clouds rise and fall, I think of how I love you. When the full moon wanes, even the moon's lovely beauty cannot escape its karmic trials; who once loved deeply, and who remains? Dazzling splendor turns in an instant to a chilling void. When the road opens at the end of the world, my heart aches only because the ends of the earth are so near. A Play in the Mortal World Toothache Theme: