The sun shines through the shade of trees, sprinkling your figure. Well, you know what? Your figure is strange and familiar, I don't know how to read you, understand you. You've become the stranger I know best!
Bow, meditation, slowly put together your figure, but also vaguely can see that arrogant, confident, lively you, that peach blossom blossoming smile of you, that fearless you! But now you, humble, timid, silent, unsmiling, has let me see clearly, let me fear!
Looking up, thinking, quietly linking your stars, you say it is your most beautiful necklace, the purest desire; you say the stars and moons are the light of heaven, the tree branch wants to tear the sky, but only poked a few tiny holes in the grace; you say that even if it is 12, you should leave the brightest smile with the green mountains and the water. But now you, has let me not hear the most true smile, see the purest face!
Can I count on you? Can you still be the person you know best? Can I still get into your heart? Please tell me what I can do to go back to the past, back to the beginning.
But you tell me: nothing needs to be done. There is no right or wrong, and if there is, it's just that you're running counter to most people.
Should I ride with you, or should I choose a blue sky that belongs to me?
Say: Listen! Your heart will tell you.
But I don't understand, don't understand those seemingly spacious and unobstructed roads, some people all the way smooth, some people fall and climb; don't understand whether you are sticking to yourself, or escaping worldly vision; don't understand whether you live in the most true self, or have already been wrapped in the net you weave with lies.
I don't understand, and I don't want to understand! But you said: do not understand does not mean that you can escape, can escape that confusion, right and wrong. Rather than escape, it is better to calmly face; rather than calmly face, it is better to let yourself crazy, brave crazy, unrestrained crazy, selfless crazy, forget prejudice, forget loss, forget trouble, empty yourself, let the heart fly!
But I still don't understand. Until one day, watching, the stream murmuring, occasionally light pan one or two leaves, twists and turns, bumps, but also efforts to rush into the distance, then I suddenly understand, you are still my most familiar, the most sincere friend! Whatever you are, it's your decision, your heart's desire. I respect you and bless you!
As you said, let yourself be bold and crazy and pursue boldly, even though we all have different crazy ways and pursuit ways!
Author: Green Water
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