年輕的悉達多生活在迦毘羅衛國的王宮裡。父親淨飯王為他建造了三座宮殿，春夏秋冬都有歌舞歡宴。一切美好得不真實——絲綢的帷幔、蓮花池的微風、宮女的琴聲。但在深夜，當所有人都睡去，悉達多獨自望著月亮，心中有一個他說不出口的空洞。
Young Siddhartha lived in the royal palace of Kapilavastu. His father, King Śuddhodana, built three palaces for him, where music, dance, and feasts filled every season of the year.
Everything was beautiful—almost unreal: silk curtains, the breeze over lotus ponds, the sound of palace maidens playing their lutes.
But late at night, when everyone had fallen asleep, Siddhartha would gaze at the moon alone, feeling an emptiness in his heart that he could not put into words.
