Floating past the last cloud, leaving only the soul-stirring dusk. Without leaving a trace, approaching the distance, gazing at the mirage, standing far away. Ethereal and empty, yet perceived as real, like a fleeting dream that vanishes without a trace. The mind is hollowed, passing through cities that remain calm. Ethereal like water. Longing for what is lost, now listening to cicadas and laughing at flowers. A lonely shadow passing by distant mountains, intoxicated, deeply intoxicated. Many things in life are within our reach; we simply do not realize our own capability. As long as we persist, anything is possible. To ask "Should I give up?" is to show that we have not yet lost hope, and that another effort is worthwhile. Since we refuse to lose what we have gained, or seek even more, we must take responsibility for what we possess. Doing good and wishing the gods would know, while doing evil and hoping they wouldn't—humanity makes things difficult for the divine. When two people are together, there should be harmony rather than conflict.
