The cool breeze blows gently, the flowing water ripples steadily.
"Flowing and passing like this, the water isn't gone ultimately; Waxing and waning like that, the moon doesn't shrink or grow eventually."
"Everything is transient in a way and perennial in another."
Kanno doesn't seem to make much sense out of Mino's isolated words, but maybe it's time that they enjoy the gentle breeze and the night sky — the inexhaustible gifts from nature.
Gazing into the sky of stars, Kanno indulges in a night's tranquil dreams.
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