Why are we obsessing about existing? Can't we just accept that we're alone? And without depending on anything? People are twisting themselves without even acknowledging themselves. Why are we trying to cling onto things we can see, hear, or touch? How can we exist without the ocean? It's not only the wind that you listen to from the mountains, it's the dust inside the bones and the dust inside your veins, that make you clеan

Even though rainstorms become, and thеy wouldn't be able to bloom or produce any leaves, even if they end up as barren trees, as long as the root saren't rotten, one day they will bloom. I'm dreaming another dream and thinking-

The wind in the mountains make our - our minds calm and steady. I would like to forget all the loud somethings, and smile, and plant a small tree in my mind, and then eventually find my lost self, and become a new me