When I was walking on that deserted road, my mood began to become deserted little by little.
But I don’t want to break my body. Isn’t there always a village in life that will bring darkness and brightness?
The wasteland is forgotten, but it is just forgotten. Footprints have become the only thought that people leave to the road.
Changes to a different mindset, it is a person who accomplishes the path, and then destroys it ruthlessly, leaving only bruises and bruises all over his body.
Grass is more prosperous every year. It slowly healed the wound of the road with stubbornness.
Then, it attracted the pity of animals. The memories of the road becoming thinner and thinner are becoming increasingly full.
When I was walking on that road, I ruminated on the taste of the world.
There is no big surprise at the end of the road, but it is a little lucky. The bare parking lot that was grinded by ruts was covered with green shade again.
The wind embroidered small flowers on the green shade.
The stream water flows with only clouds and birds singing. Time filters out the crowded voices. You can't say it's lonely.
The stream is gurgling, which is the natural Sanskrit sound.
There is also a way between people's hearts and people's hearts. Instead of letting it carry pain, it is better to let it be deserted.
I leave that road to the person I love the most.
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