Character: Kiyoshi Mitarai

In building construction it is impossible to understand, if only to admire the decorative elements.

...easier to catch the woman off guard, just when she looks at herself in the mirror.

...two harder to keep their actions secret.

If the picture is really good, it does not need a luxurious frame.

We live but above our heads, without stopping, the planets move. And you know how against this background, shallow and insignificant all our deeds and actions.
Currently imagines God knows what people, losing his head, fighting for something to become a little richer, to beat the competition at any cost. And the universe, meanwhile, is running strong and steady, like a giant clock mechanism. Our planet is only a small kink in one of its gears, and people - no more than bacteria, tucked away somewhere in the corner.
These worthless creatures rejoice, suffer, spend all their life in a continual bustle. They are so small that cannot cover the eye hours of the Universe, smugly believing that does not depend on this mechanism. The situation is comic! When I think about it, I laughed. Suppose, for example, bacteria accumulate such a paltry little capital. And what he told her, if she doesn't have time to use them properly, will die sooner? What is all this meaningless flickering?

Our little joys, sadness, anger - everything comes and goes like a Typhoon or heavy rain. Everything is predetermined, like the cherry blossoms in the spring. Insignificant, petty feelings move people every day and, as we no flutter, are all one and the same place. And nothing nobody can do to correct the trajectory.

Not even able to shoot sooner or later will hit the target.