I don't know when it started, but I've always wanted to write a book of my own. Maybe it's because I have too much to say. The road is long, but in the end, we all find our way home. Let's encourage one another!
When turbid waves surge to the heavens, steady your heart like a boat.
Where cranes cross a cold pool, guard a soul of pure grace.
The bowstring is drawn taut, ready to unleash its force.
When mountain rain approaches, the wind fills every tower.
Where still waters run deep, a world of its own awaits.
Where thunder shatters the clouds, daylight suddenly breaks through.
When the clouds part and the moon shines bright, the river ahead lies like a strip of silk.
A spark can set the prairie ablaze, though its force may be slight.
At the end of the lamplit road, the truth finally comes to light.
When mountains and rivers become a painting, a stroke of the brush stirs the wind!
When the body remains but the spirit has departed, let the warning bells ring on!
On the night the sparks set the prairie ablaze, mountains and rivers are renewed!
It's all emotion,