You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

Know That A Word Suddenly Shot From The Tongue Is Like An Arrow Shot From The Bow. Son, That Arrow Won't Turn Back On Its Way; You Must Damn The Torrent At Its Source.

If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

The Friend Who Knows A Lot More Than You Do Will Bring Difficulties, And Grief, And Sickness, As Medicine, As Happiness, As The Essence Of The Moment When You're Beaten When You Hear Checkmate, And Can Finally Say, I Trust You To Kill Me.

Do You Pay Regular Visits To Yourself? Start Now.

Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself, Are The Melody.