Only Imagination and songs we ha

    If I can have a good harvest in the future, what should I do in the future?

    Who is doing their best for what they love?

    Who is struggling with pain and confusion?

    Who's swearing to anyone?

    You, my dear friend, cry at night.

    You said, "God has left me to suffer alone, to give the good to others, and to leave the bad to myself."

    When you hear the wind, when you see the sun, will anyone else do the same? You always give, you don't care what you get, but you're not a spring, and there are times when you dry up.

    Tomorrow's sun is still rising, but you are not who you were yesterday, everything is updated, self-confidence let you climb higher.

    At the end of the day there is nothing we can do, what we expect is greatness and infinity, but there is nothing we can do but pray in many places beyond our reach. When we see the light of the sun, appreciate the brightness of the moon, and yearn for distant stars, we all feel great or small.

    Decades later, we are old, wrinkles are a sign of time, dreams are still old and lifeless, but the majesty of the sun has never changed for thousands of years.

    So God laughs when man thinks, because he thinks he is wise and noble, and man is ignorant and despicable.

    Beautiful songs can be sung to distant places and endless flow of time, our children sing the songs of our childhood, just like in the turn of time, imagine the old time.

      We only have imagination and songs, complex formulas and paintings that have not yet begun.

Only Imagination and songs we have