Joy of Life
A family inclined to kindness and charity would grace the descendants. Thanks to one small act of kindness, by providence she comes across a grateful friend; Fortunate that her mother, has done an unperceived good deed…. Men should rescue the distressed and aid the poor… Who would have guessed that kindness in this world ultimately would be the road that one must choose, that proverbial fork in the road? Clouds of rain float on eastern winds as new vines start to blossom. Though drums of war roar too loudly and their brilliance has been lost, a green grass carpet greets the sun by the break of morning. Let us wait for the yellow leaves, a few gourds are harvested.
A Night Of Northern Wind
Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Night had fallen. The wind and snow rose and fell.
When the wind and snow rose, they whistled through the snowy wilderness, picking up countless piles of snow. The darkness was like an exile that swallowed people whole while the ruthless and unrestrained sounds made one's heart tremble endlessly with fear. When the wind and snow fell, the world was silent and cold. It was as if one side was a sea of snow gathering the violence of the wind. There were miles of cold and silver light. The boundless and white deathly silent snowfields were extremely cold.
In the unusually cold and icy snowy plains, even if the moonlight shone down, it seemed to be instantly frozen. Regardless of whether the wind and snow raged or if the world was calm, that spot of light high up could not be extinguished. It was like mankind's desire for an unknown event, stubbornly and firmly waiting.