The pillars that support chaos. They bring rest. Remember, integrity is always prosperity. The water grass. The afternoon cicadas. Eighth grain falling from the leaf. Without the shelter of autumn. The mystery of reason. Seven times the mulberry tree grows. Its noble granites stain the violet buds. He spends a constant path next to his shadow looking for distant ships. The gray feathers of the neighboring pigeons are stained. It's not silk winter. Not the sweetness of dates. Without any border defect. Elusive face of life. His nature. The exquisite floating leaves. The evening grows deep and dark. And its scent full of destiny. Life is a path that you can carry under your arm.