At the temple, there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read Loss, only feel it.
None of us find as much happiness in this life as we should.
The heart dies a slow death. Shedding each hope like leaves, until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
- Memoirs of a Geisha
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