Never forget: we walk on hell, gazing at flowers.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
Dream Song: The heavens Go with me.
Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.
Song after Battle: As the young men went by I was looking for him. It surprises me anew That he has gone. It is something To which I cannot be reconciled. Owls hoot at me. Owls hoot at me. That is what I hear In my life. Wolves howl at me. Wolves howl at me. That is what I hear In my life. -American Indian Songs
I love songs but am inhibited to have my characters burst out to express themselves through songs. I use the route of using old songs at the right places.
