
自己
God loves man's lamp-lights better than his own great stars。
Who drives me forward like fate?The Myself striding on my back。
The seabbard is content to be dull when it protects the keenness of the word.
Who drives me forward like fate? The Myself striding on my back.
Man barricades against himself.
The perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.
The waterfall sing,"I find my song,when I find my freedom."
What you are you do not see,what you see is your shadow,