[Reflecting carefully, this world is no place to dwell.
The speed and brevity of mortal life
surpass the dew on grass and the lone moon reflected in water.
Those who praised the blossoms in the Garden of Golden Valley were lured by the winds of impermanence, and their dreams of glory ended long ago;
those who admired the moon from the Southern Tower were obscured by clouds of worldly affairs, and died before the moon itself.
Fifty years in this world,
compared with the heavens above,
are as fleeting as a dream.
How can anyone who has enjoyed this mortal life escape death?
Who can understand the seed of enlightenment? Life and death follow the tides, beyond our control.]
Atsumori
This story = the plot of the manga Nobunaga Concerto + assorted historical materials.
Pairings include Saburo and Kicho, and Mitsuhide and Hiroko.
And so on.
Just one person's opinion, not to be taken as fact.
I'm the sort who sloshes around with only half a bottle of water.
Please don't argue if you dislike it.
I vanish on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; laze around on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays; and shut myself away on Sundays.
Theme: All things are impermanent
Come on!!!!!!