Time passes, people move. Like a river’s flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Young love will become deep affection. The clear water’s surface reflects growth. Now listen to the Serenade of water to reflect upon yourself
Oh, put that thing away, Samurai. We all know what’s going to happen. You’ll swing your sword, I’ll fly away, and probably say something like, “I’ll be back, Samurai!” And then I’ll flutter over the horizon and we probably won’t see each for… about a week. And then we’ll do the same thing again.