In need, of, some peace and quiet, to get away, from it all, thoughts from the wilderness here, translated…
Did the autumn breeze only see me as an ordinary friend? I’d felt, that coldness, increased little, by little here.
It’s, toward the end of the year, I’d, started, training myself, learned, to hold my breaths in.
The martial arts master sat alone, on the rock on the edge of an abyss, and, every now and them, the keys on his belts reminded him, you’re, still, a part of, this world.
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All those fogs, clouds that were, retired, went up the mountains all the way, became, leisurely, harmless people.
The people of the world, had hurt those who’d, not brought them any harms.
The autumn wind had, befriended those in the world, and those, who aren’t, involved in the world, it’d, made one friend, after another, and another, and another. At the end, the autumn wind has, NO friends, it’d felt, that coldness, little, by little, by little.
This, is a place of high altitude that’s, too cold, the martial arts masters would, come here alone once in a lifetime, to sit, and, destroyed what one had learned previously completely, and, sing that small love song, that the world, doesn’t, care too much for.
And so here, you’re, trying, to separate yourself, from the goings on of the world, but you can’t, you find it hard, because, you get affected by everything around you, there’s, just no way, you can, completely, detach yourself from this world, which is why, you’re, taking this, trip, up the mountains, to saturate yourself.
Life, the Obstacle Course 