Where I was going,
The road was broken.
We came to the ferry,
waiting,
planning,
new direction.
After crossing this river,
is a starting point.
need a little patience,
the boat is on the other side.
the breeze blows gently,
grab it with your hands,
there is nothing.
take a big breath, and
feel comfortable.
My eyes are full of
green mountains and green waters,
white clouds and
blue sky.
I can hear,
the beating of my heart.
In keeping with the beat of the waves on the shore,
in my ears,
the rhythm of the sky is playing.
In the river,
the fish wagged its tail,
its eyes were bulging,
its mouth kept moving,
it seemed to say something,
but it was just inaudible.
if you melt into nature,
your heart will float,
invisibly,
you forget fatigue.
where we are going,
the road is broken.
all right!
to change places,
you have to pass by,
the ferry.