In Dreams, I Know Not That I Am a Guest

The people in the stories act out scenes we know nothing about. When we listen to a story, we always forget to wonder: does the person telling it also feel sorrow over the things they recount?

After all, stories are only about things that have already passed, things that can never be undone.

When a flower is ready to be plucked, pluck it then. Do not wait until it has withered and all that remains is an empty branch.

May all lovers in the world find their way to one another at last, and grow old together hand in hand.