Facing the sun, waiting for your peace.
Towards faith, look forward to the other side that can’t be seen.
Facing the street across, passing like quicksand.
The voice is heard, however there’s a breeze coming from afar.
Lie down, to follow a dream as white as jade.
Lie down again, to dissect the call and join the convoy.
Facing the spark, fireflies burst from the devil’s body.
Towards disgrace, we pushed the grave into the vast sea.
Facing the flying catkins, the towering tree is full of passengers.
In a split second, an apple orchard turned into a playground for kids after the thunderstorm.
Lie down, to meet the wealth and longevity of heaven.
Lie down again, to finding the essence of the wolves’ survival.
