The experiences of age
Often make us into broken little things...
We can choose the leave them as pieces
Desolate, despised and decrepit
...
Kintsukuroi
The experiences of age
Often make us into broken little things...
We can choose the leave them as pieces
Desolate, despised and decrepit
Or we transform them into the strong and beautiful
Like the Kintsukuroi... and its golden scars.
Not the same TerryLee