Passionate Grave Thought, Belief Enhanced, Ritual Returned

No One Knows The Colour Of A Flower Till It Is Broken.

When You Would Think, "what Was The Use Of It," You'll Remember Something You Can't Grasp And You'll Wonder What It Was.

One Flower May Slay The Winter And Meet Death.

Who Dreams Of A Son, Save One, Childless, Having No Bright Face To Flatter Its Own, Who Dreams Of A Son?

Love, Why Have You Sought The Horde Of Spearsmen, Why The Tent Achilles Pitched Beside The River-ford?