A string of silk has an infinite length,
One end touches your heart, one end mine.
Let me be a morning dew hanging on the path
Sliding calmly towards the destiny.
A vine ladder grows into clouds,
One end reaches your mind, one end mine.
Let me be a white owl flying day and night
Soaring tirelessly towards the highest stand.
A beam of light dashes into the universe,
One end links your soul, one end mine.
Let me be a wise genie free from the bottle
Following the light towards the unknown.~ 冰河•静 (December 14, 2014)
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