I may be defeated, I may lose myself, I may not be able to reach anywhere, I may have lost everything, and no matter how much I struggle, I can only do nothing, perhaps I am just picking up the ashes of the ruins in vain, I am the only one In the dark, maybe no one here has placed a bet on me. It doesn't matter. One thing is clear: at least I have something worth waiting for and worth seeking. ----Haruki Murakami
Green ant new fermented wine, small red clay stove.
It's snowing in the evening, so I can't drink a cup.
"The grass is bearing its seeds,
The wind is shaking its leaves,
We stand and say nothing,
It's very beautiful.
"