I often wish that I could stand as graceful as a tree, as tall as a tree, and as perseverant as a tree; but it turns out to be a desolate and dilapidated place, with a bunch of dead branches and buds.
Later, I thought again, there are thousands of trees in the world, none of them are the same. So, the crowd is crowded, I am alone, I am alone.
So, do you like trees too?
Intention: I would like to turn into a tree and live with you.