Love has everything in it and there is no middle ground.
Extreme joy and sorrow come down to love.
The bond is wide, and the door can't be touched.
My horse teeth are increasing, and I sit in the city of sorrow every day.
Watching him move through the waves, he will never grow up.
I cannot accept that after loving the blue sky, there is an abyss under the soil.
Intention: The contract between life and death is broad and cannot be reached by touching the door.