When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Mountains, according to the angle of view, the season, the time of day, the beholder's frame of mind, or any one thing, can effectively change their appearance. Thus, it is essential to recognize that we can never know more than one side, one small aspect of a mountain.

The Earth, time, concepts, love, life, faith justice, evil - they're all fluid and in transition. They don't stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like some big FedEx box.

我倒想過，一個人的實體，說起來不管年齡長到多大，其實並沒有改變多少。一碰到什麼事情，往往會下堅定的決心「好，從今以後我要改變！」可是一等到那什麼不見了之後，大多數人在大多數的情況下，簡直就像是形狀記憶合金，或像縮頭烏龜退回老窩去一樣，又在拖拖拉拉地恢復原型。說什麼決心，終究只不過是人生中的一番能源浪費而已。打開衣櫥一看，面對那些幾乎完全沒穿過的西裝，一絲皺紋都沒有的領帶，不得不這樣深深感嘆。只是相反的想到「不改變也沒什麼不好啊」時，很奇怪人卻變了。說起來還真奇怪。

Well, I'm from once upon a time before the bullet train!

We each have our own paths to follow, in our places. Like Ao said, "There's no going back." Sorrow surged then, silently, like water inside him. A formless, transparent sorrow. A sorrow he could touch, yet something that was also far away, out of reach. Pain struck him, as if gouging out his chest, and he could barely breathe.

But such bliss couldn't last forever. At some point paradise would be lost. They would each mature at different rates, take different paths in life. As time passed, an unavoidable sense of unease would develop among them, a subtle fault line, no doubt turning into something less than "subtle.

Наглед нищо няма да се е променило. Ала нещо в мен ще е изгоряло и изчезнало. Кръв е пролята. Нещо в мен вече го няма. Свело поглед, то си тръгва безмълвно. Ватата се отваря; вратата се затваря. Светлината угасва. Днес е последният ден за човека, който съм сега. Последният залез. Призори моето сегашно аз вече няма да го има. Някой друг ще обитава това тяло.

It's just that the chaos has changed shape. The giraffe and the bear have traded hats, and the bear's switched scarves with the zebra.