(✿◠‿◠) （ミ￣ー￣ミ） (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ (◠︿◠✿)

Inhale, exhale
Forward, back
Living, dying:
Arrows, let flown each to each
Meet midway and slice
The void in aimless flight

Thus I return to the source.

–Gesshu Soko (1696).



“Long ago, in a big castle floating in the clouds, a boy who dreamed of being a warrior and a girl who loved to cook met and fell in love. Those two are gone, but after a long, long journey, their hearts met again.”
― Kawahara, Reki



A small night storm blows
Saying 'falling is the essence of a flower'
Preceding those who hesitate

旅に病んで
夢は枯れ野を
かけめぐる

— Yukio Mishima