XXIII

I reason, earth is short,And anguish absolute,And many hurt;But what of that?
I reason, we could die:The best vitalityCannot excel decay;But what of that?
I reason that in heavenSomehow, it will be even,Some new equation given;But what of that?

Keyboard: ← → chapters · t contents · s settings · b bookmark · / search · f fullscreen