He thinks of her out on that cold farm,
far from the lights of even the nearby town.
He imagines her walking at night,
gazing up at ten thousand stars,
lost.
He grew too old for her, too responsible,
and she too young for him, reckless,
always drunk.
But he wishes he were walking with her.
He can almost feel the chill air,
the sleeves […]
- So you should view this fleeting world a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, a flash of lightning in a summer cloud, a flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream. -- Diamond Sutra