Lips Numb With A Lump

The deepest love is the love hidden. The poem says: "At my death from my smoke know my love, never delivered and kept hidden in my heart." Who expresses his love before he dies, does not love deeply. Only the love that remains hidden until death is infinitely noble. I think it is sublime love until death.
When I spoke of this, some were of my opinion and they were called "friends of the smoke."
this is based on each other knowledge and the same is true in the relationship between the Daime and the one who serves. To be pure in front of people, a man does nothing reprehensible when it is alone in the dark and does not think of meanness. If you are from to do to show its value, the defects appear.