Lighting a cigarette, snuggling in the grass, at this moment, everything can be remembered, everything can be forgotten, in the beginning of life that quiet, to find the soul from the quiet brings a little happiness.
I write this note today because your going away is much upon my mind, and because I want you to have a few parting words from me to think of now and then at quiet times.
Time is as clear and distant as water. Painting heart narrates a graceful poem, painting Bitang, moonlight dim veil, a cup of tea, tasting life light and mellow, enjoying a poem at quiet night, tasting the delicate fragrance between lines.
Danger lurks in that quiet river.
