Sweetness always follows turmoil, these things, these sufferings, we endure. We have no choice but to endure. I'm not perfect, people are buried, and we trudge on, why does anyone bother to ask me, why, my sister is the same as me, it's one mind, sweetness now, distant but connected to the other, one and the other, she hurts, I hurt, she is joyous, I am happy. We are twins, we were made this way. There are two of me. I rejoice when you rejoice, I hurt when you hurt.