A blind man who lived near an old temple told his love:
"Since I am blind, I cannot watch a person's face, so I must judge his character by the sound of his voice. Ordinarily when I hear someone congratulate another upon his happiness or success, I also hear a secret tone of envy. When condolence is expressed for the misfortune of another, I hear pleasure and satisfaction, as if the one condoling was really glad there was something left to gain in his own world."
"In all my experience, however, your voice was always sincere. Whenever you expressed happiness, I heard nothing but happiness, and whenever you expressed sorrow, that was all I heard."
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