Blue Bird Fu

Two roads clearly extended to both ends of the horizon in the morning light. There is no promise of intersection, no specific agreement. She knew that they would eventually meet again in music. In the next moment when souls resonate, in the moment when each other's heartstrings are struck by the same melody, in every intersection where the long river of life resonates eternally due to love. That reunion may not be in the spotlight or on the same stage, but it will happen. Just like the stream will eventually reflect the silhouette of the flying bird, just like the clear call of the bluebird will eventually awaken the sound of the spring in the deep valley.