He Was Like A Song

Seeing Him Again After So Long Awakened Something Inside Me. I Was Surprised To Find Myself Feeling Sad Rather Than Joyful, As I Would Have Imagined.

Flowers That Grow Where Old Ones Have Withered Serve To Remind Us That Death Will One Day Come To Us All.

We Don't Become Geisha Because We Want Our Lives To Be Happy; We Become Geisha Because We Have No Choice.

Was Life Nothing More Than A Storm That Constantly Washed Away What Had Been There Only A Moment Before, And Left Behind Something Barren And Unrecognizable?

Sometimes," He Sighed, "i Think The Things I Remember Are More Real Than The Things I See.