The
sunset clouds are gathered far away, it's clear and cold,
The Milky Way is silent, I turn to the jade plate.
The goodness of this life and of this night will not last for long,
Next year where will I watch the bright moon?
The Milky Way is silent, I turn to the jade plate.
The goodness of this life and of this night will not last for long,
Next year where will I watch the bright moon?
-Su Shi
No one is
guaranteed tomorrow. No one is guaranteed the next hour, or the next minute.
One moment a galaxy, another moment a falling star. Once bright and then gone.
We shine in the sky for such a brief time. Who is to say what will happen? The
unthinkable occurs. Destiny smiles at our foolish plans.
