Although I May Try To Describe Love,

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.

For Without You, I Swear, The Town Has Become Like A Prison To Me. Distraction And The Mountain And The Desert, All I Desire.

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

There Are Many Languages In The World; In Meaning All Are The Same. If You Break The Cups, Water Will Be Unified And Will Flow Together.

Who Gets Up Early To Discover The Moment Light Begins?