A Child Walked By, Rolling A Metal

I Suppose Even A Woman's Hatred Is A Kind Of Love.

People Have Separated From Each Other With Walls Of Concrete That Blocked The Roads To Connection And Love. And Nature Has Been Defeated In The Name Of Development.

Lunatics Have No Age. If We Were Crazy, You And I, We Might Be A Great Deal Younger.

And I Can't Complain. After All, Only Women Are Able Really To Love.

Maybe Vagueness Has Been Good For Me. The Word Means Two Different Things In Tokyo And Osaka, You Know. In Tokyo It Means Stupidity, But In Osaka They Talk About Vagueness In A Painting And In A Game Of Go.