In cold summers, wander in worry.
Called a blockhead by everyone.
Neither praised or taken seriously.
That is the kind of person I want to be.
In cold summers, wander in worry.
Called a blockhead by everyone.
Neither praised or taken seriously.
That is the kind of person I want to be.
If there's a tired mother in the west, go and carry her bundle a rice stalks.
If there's a dying man in the south, go and tell him: "You don't have to be afraid."
If there's a fight in the north go and tell them: "It's not worth it, stop."
If there's a tired mother in the west, go and carry her bundle a rice stalks.
If there's a dying man in the south, go and tell him: "You don't have to be afraid."
If there's a fight in the north go and tell them: "It's not worth it, stop."
Not putting too much of your own emotions into everything.
Carefully observing and listening, undertanding well and never forgetting.
Living in a small thatched hut in the shadow of pine grove on the planes.
Part 2
Not putting too much of your own emotions into everything.
Carefully observing and listening, undertanding well and never forgetting.
Living in a small thatched hut in the shadow of pine grove on the planes.
Part 2