“The colored leaves
Have hidden the paths
On the autumn mountain.
How can I find my girl,
Wandering on ways I do not know?”

“This Life is a fleeting breath,
And whither and how shall I go,
When I wander away with Death
By a path that I do not know?”

“Sometimes I ask myself how autumn smells? My answer: it's the smell of the autumn leaves firework and red wine.”

“I know where I can find you — in somebody's room. It's the price I have to pay, you're a big girl all the way.”

“I try to find meaning anywhere I can. It's the only way I know how to validate my existence.”

“Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths.”

“I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, woven like the hidden symbols on a treasure map, the path that will point to your final destination.”

“Here in a
thatched hut
hidden
among
mountain
peaks with
barely room
for one I am
suddenly invaded by
wandering
white clouds.”

“Among a thousand clouds and ten thousand streams
Here lives an idle man
In the daytime wandering over green mountains
At night coming home to sleep by the cliff
Swiftly springs and autumns pass
But my mind is at peace, clear and free
By now I need nothing to lean on
To be still as the waters of the autumn river”

“In the empty mountains
The leaves of the bamboo grass
Rustle in the wind.
I think of a girl
Who is not here.”