Two Days in the Garden of Japan

This book is a silent journey into the deepest forests of a human heart, a love story and a war story at the same time. It takes time to discover the waters that feed the trees and birds of the golden forest of old.
What keeps us going? What makes us shine? It is love in its puremost form. Love is not a place, it is not a point. Love is Person, most of all.
There are no words to describe it, there is only music, the peaceful violin and piano tone.
The human soul is very transparent, the human soul is a dome. In simplicity we find the long forgotten meaning of each riddle and stone.