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The sun goes to cross the Western sea, leaving its last salutation to the East.

The trees, like the longings of the earth, stand atiptoe to peep at the heaven

When his weapons win he is defeated himself.

Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move

Don't try to hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness.

Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

He has made his weapons his gods.