I'm flying again
I'm flying again, like a stone down a mountain.
I keep flying and flying, will I catch onto something?
There are very few trees and grass on the mountains.
But how I want to live, to hold onto something.
There's no one nearby, only the wind rustles,
Only the stones chase after me.
They say everything will pass, everything will grow over with grass.
But the soul still hurts, knowing no peace.
Solomon said, "And this too shall pass!"
If everything disappears, what remains?
The sun, the wind, and the rain, and in winter, snow and ice?!
No! What is unshakeable is what is called love.
各いいねごとに、作者は以下を獲得します:+5+10
8月 21, 2025
