Once we dreamt that we were strangers.......

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sign.

The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. 　 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great. Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning