And then I was dying to marry and have children. And then I was dying to retire. However gradual the course of history, there must always be the day, even an hour and minute, when some significant action is performed for the first or last time. All new people. The sun is not yet hot.
Sweet vapors rise from the earth.
Night dew clings to the soil and makes plants glisten. Birds call to one another. Bees are already at work. At dusk Come to my hut - The crickets will Serenade you, and I will Introduce you to the moolit woods. Timid jasmine buds that keep their fragrance to themselves all day, but when the sunlight dies away let the delicious secret out to every breeze that roams about.