A Hundred Men Together Are The Hundredth

If Only I Could Leave Everything As It Is, Without Moving A Single Star Or A Single Cloud. Oh, If Only I Could!

When Everything Is Finished, The Mornings Are Sad.

Would There Be This Eternal Seeking If The Found Existed?

Yes, I Will Go. I Would Rather Grieve Over Your Absence Than Over You.

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.