Persistence is progress.
Focus is progress.
Being close to the podium is progress.
Eating ash is also progress.
Maybe you will move on. You are a mediocre person.
More and more far
Maybe you will climb again, away from the wise.
Getting closer and closer
Clever hands can hold it.
Colored brushes, beautiful things
The throat of life
A keen ear can listen.
A beating pulse, boiling blood
The essence of knowledge
The window of the soul can accommodate
Lightning struck the sky, the raging sea.
Storm attack
There is no doubt that you will sit in the front row.
No shouting, no chalk dust.
upcoming
You're smiling happily.
be absorbed in
* Last row-maybe it's your humility.
Effort is silence.
Hippies are quiet.
Nodding indicates silence.
The swing is also quiet.
Maybe you will retire modestly and leave mediocrity.
Getting closer and closer
Maybe your journey is going backwards, away from the wise.
More and more far
What can a frozen finger catch?
Happiness on earth makes the seasons warm and cold.
This is predestined.
What can a blocked ear hear?
A gurgling stream, a dry wheat field
Cracks in the sun
What can myopic eyes see?
A small needle and thread, a faint lamp.
Inclined moonlight
There is no doubt that you will walk in the last row.
No talking, no mischief.
At this solemn moment
heartsease
Stagnation-Maybe you are in a state of stagnation.
Being content with mediocrity is depravity.
Doing nothing is depravity.
Wandering forward is depravity
Confusion is depravity.
Maybe you will be confused again and stay away from success.
More and more far
Maybe you will stagnate, stagnate again, and leave failure.
Getting closer and closer
Maybe you have sound fingers.
But I don't know how to use it.
The handwriting of knowledge passed by.
Maybe your ears are sensitive.
But I don't know how to listen
Trivial stories buried in hometown.
Maybe you have a sharp eye.
But I don't know how to find it.
The missed scenery can't be made up.
There is no doubt that you are hesitating.
No position, no speech
For the world.
No pursuit