Until my life fades,
I’ll climb toward that summit I adored.

Empty seats, three or fewer each night,
the folding fan cracks sharp and bright.
A voice, worn yet familiar,
and a sigh escapes my own sound.

Straining for my master’s breath,
each of us breathes life
into heroes, shimmering
like silver-scaled fish in motion.

In cold tea’s reflection,
I glimpse my smallness.

Until my life fades,
I’ll climb toward that summit I adored.
The moment I witnessed
my master’s ultimate art,
my soul trembled to its core.

Ah—what once was
a voice bouncing off empty walls,
may now strike your heart.

With confidence born
of having seen it all,
I carry you into that era.
No scars of effort shown,
no tedious overexplaining—
words laced with desire, suffering,
cruelty, and kindness
have the power to heal.
They have healed people, time and again.

Only those who surpass time
are met with applause.

Loving solitude,
starving for uniqueness,
I live, teeth clenched.
In a patchwork world,
I strike with nimble mind,
adapting to each moment
with my art.
Loving solitude,
starving for uniqueness,
I strike with nimble mind,
adapting to each moment
with my art.
Do you have the spirit…?
The spirit…

Throwing myself
into a life with no satisfaction,
can I leave something for tomorrow?
At mastery’s far edge,
there is light.

Now, until my life fades,
awakening the story from its sleep,
on the stage, only the scenes
within the tale
come vividly alive.

Ah—what once was
a voice bouncing off empty walls,
may now strike your heart.