人是一个初生的孩子，他的力量，就是生长的力量。
Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth
The bird wishes it were a cloud.
The cloud wishes it were a bird.
He has made his weapons his gods.
When his weapons win he is defeated himself.
Never be afraid of the moments--thus sings the voice of the everlasting.
Tiny grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread.
Your voice, my friend, wanders in my heart, like the muffled sound of the sea among these listening pines.
Power said to the world, You are mine.
The world kept it prisoner on her throne.
Love said to the world, I am thine.
The world gave it the freedom of her house.
终止于衰竭是“死亡”，但“圆满”却终止于无穷。
That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.
