Sad in the Depths of Dreams

If the wind is flying, then I am also flying. The strong wind cannot break my wings, and the waves cannot frighten my determination. The mountains are the monuments that remember my pursuit; staring at the ivory tower on the other side, even if I fly to the top and fall ruthlessly to pieces, I am willing; loving each other is the eternity of two lives and souls, and not loving is the smile of the vicissitudes of time.