Spring Flies, And With It All The

Without A Home Must The Soldier Go, A Changeful Wanderer, And Can Warm Himself At No Home-lit Hearth.

Even The Weak Become Strong When They Are United.

Day's Lustrous Eyes Grow Heavy In Sweet Death.

The Happy Man Does Not Notice The Flight Of Time.

Whatever Lives, Lives To Die In Sorrow. We Engage Our Hearts, And Grasp After The Things Of This World, Only To Undergo The Pang Of Losing Them.