Pieces of me left in the streams of tears. No longer be able to find them, I cried. Then I saw a pan with small pieces of gold. I started to collect gold until my tears faded away.
I melted the pieces of gold and shaped them To cover the missing pieces of me. I then looked at my reflection in the stream. I am broken but more beautiful than ever with shimmers of gold.
kintsukuroi - "to repair with gold" an understanding that something is more beautiful having been broken