just a second.
let go
of all the egos,
and see the world as it is.
There is a story,
in everyone of us.
in every minute of lives, anywhere in this world
even a tiny bit of existence in the universe
it will be all imprinted in the soul
no matter it’s been written or forgotten.
As it is.
有一種
雲淡
風也輕
meaning of poem,
in the chapter missing
words – carry no weight
This isnt Venice
at least, not as what i imaged.
when all the glory fades, I begin to understand,
you wont find her at day time.
Leaving behind
is the only way to measure missing.
Loneliness in the air
when the calling is on
Lives under burning sun
no mater how harsh it is,
always move on.
Blossom in your own way
is more than enough.
always on the move
where are we heading to exactly?
in this life, or next?
On the silent road 行走寂靜光影 