The stars, the sky... it's all a gigantic hoax... A lie.
The person is very embarrassed when speaking from his own face. Give him a mask and he will tell you the whole truth.
Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember... But where are those who share the memory?
The chance to work, and to live life. For the sake of these, people will draw their blade.
I do what I do so that everyone has a home to come back to.
Perhaps a god has the power to protect everyone if they would choose to do so, but that would never happen. Otherwise, people's suffering couldn't ever be taken seriously.
The fleeting nature of this mortal world is the essence of beauty, for are our lives in this world not akin to the levin flash? Yet the might of the divine comes suddenly, and before the roar of eternity, who can stand?
No one has eyes in the back of their heads.
Elegance brooks no flattery, and the elegant are ever noble. They are like the sea eagles who soar on high to contend with the resounding storms. They will not cater to philistine vulgarity, as one would not cast a flower crown into the mud, staining its dignity.
The ruler who claims to have perceived all forever aims to hoard celestial glory. But this vision that cannot be shared only leads people to long for it more fiercely, like moths diving into the flame.
Fleeting glories are the highest expression of mortal beauty, for are we mortals not like the flashing lightning itself? Like a lovely dream or blossoming spark, we shall leave a gorgeous mark on the eternal night sky.
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust.
Everyone has their limits.