What is the price of love? Freedom. You shall have children, and I shall have fame. You must be careful for what you wish for. Everyone should be free to live as they please; otherwise, we may just as well be our parents.
"A branch, broken and split,dangling year after year,clicking its song to the wind.With neither leaves nor bark,bear, wan, worn out by a long life and a long death.Its song echoes, cracking and persistent,Stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish.For yet another summer.Yet another winter."