Solitary Sail and Distant Shadow

The river will pass through smooth roads, and it will flow over cliffs, and eventually it will flow to the sea. The lonely sail is far away and the moon is empty. Where can the old traveler find his way back? How can the stream be kept? It will eventually become the waves of the sea. There are thousands of answers to life, but "There is no other solution with all your heart" may be a good choice. Occasionally, I learned the art of distinguishing water. I could distinguish mountains and rivers, or myself. It is a running account of life and a prelude to years, dedicated to time and to yourself.