in the temple, there is a poem called "Loss" carved in stone. She has three words, but the poet scratched out. You can not read Loss, only feel it.
~ Sayuri Narration , Memoirs of Geisha (2005 ).
the deepest mystery of life is that the loss is woven into the fabric of her deepest,. We are never touched by the sincere, but at the time of visceral pain
There is an unrealized loss of nature in which, despite our search, they discover a mysterious and enigmatic to the last as the first place. However, exit.
have to look DESPITE insignificance
