The Breeze Blows the Flute

If one day you stop worrying about how high you can go, no longer look up at the sky, but look down at the earth under your feet, what will you see? Is it the clothes of embarrassment or the smile of happiness. If you walk alone, you will not be able to see anything. You will not be able to touch the end of the sky, nor will you be able to see the earth under your feet. Will you be a lone warrior or a happy kid?