When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time.A thicket of summer grassIs all that remainsOf the dreams and ambitionsOf ancient warriors.
Bashō Matsuo, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches
change, death, defeat, endings, time, weeping