A Life Can Depend On

Play a sad song for yourself Not to mourn but to call Summon The lost spirit And that Falling into the excitement of deathly silence Feelings As high as the sky and deeper than the sea man Throwing blood and shaking life No regrets at the end of the world I am a stone, sinking to the bottom of the water. Self-channeling desires are minimal. Mud is the bed, water is the quilt, shrimps are neighbors, and fish are companions. The water of the body, dragon and spirit is a joy, and the stars in the sky are a source of reflection. For thousands of years, my heart has not lost anything. However, the variables of nature are indeed created by nature. Once you enter the world and fall into the world of mortals, life is like water and it is difficult to stay! Living like this, what do I want? What I want! …