It stripped me of my gorgeous clothes; it imprinted a mask that symbolized power and restraint on my face; it composed the ultimate loneliness into music and imprisoned me inside it; it mixed the five colors and flavors into a cup of strong tea, forcing me to taste it constantly; I don't know its name, nor where it came from, but I have welcomed its grace time and time again without ever meeting it.
Human words: Time, time, why do you make my face grow old; time, time, why do you carve the world into my flesh and blood; time, time, why do you imprison me in this predicament, unable to escape; time, time, why do you let me witness the various forms of human nature; time, time, tell me, I have not offended you, why do you let me linger in this misery?
Concept: The various forms of human nature