There is a word: “ancient elegance.”
I feel that beauty may be entirely encompassed by this single term.
—It must be elegant.
No matter how humble something may be, if elegance dwells within it, that is enough.
This is nothing other than individual refinement.
To stand alone in nobility is beautiful.
Yet even when such nobility becomes worn, if refinement remains, it is still beautiful.
Then, what is refinement?
It is a moss-covered landscape.
Fresh and verdant, moss that has absorbed the passage of time, faintly emanating its fragrance—
A beauty that vanishes the moment it is put into words,
impossible to capture in painting.
This is the true nature of refinement, the essence of ancient elegance.
