“Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-”
“Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses”
“Loving for beauty is like vowing a lifetime commitment to a rose. No-matter how sweet-scented or pink "petald", every rose withers.”
“I rose as from the death that wipes out the sadness of life, and then dies itself in the new morrow.”
“Something with inner beauty will live forever, like the scent of a rose.”
“You are my sticky little leaf. My beautiful, sad, sticky little leaf, and I want to see you happy and whole.”