Carrying the Mountain Wind on My Back, I Walked Towards the Neon Lights

It's late at night, my thoughts are complicated, and I can't sleep. The fire of life is endless, floating like a dream. The journey of life is divided into parts and rejoins, stops and starts. I don't lament my youth and ignorance, I only lament my inability to understand this nihilistic life. Hold the book in hand, talk to your soul, and reconcile with yourself. Carrying the mountain wind on our back, we continue to embark on a new journey. You see, the stars are still the same and the years are quiet.