The red leaves fall from the trees with the wind, pretending to be maple.
You are the wind, carrying a fresh, mysterious, joyful, and easygoing breath. In the midst of fragrant grass and flowers, you make a rustling sound. We can't catch the wind, just like we can't catch the light, but we can feel you in the space.
You are the wind, easygoing and calm, walking steadily, yet leaving traces wherever you go. In valleys and deserts, you leave erosion marks. We can't catch up with the wind, just like we can't race with the light, but we can read the footprints you leave everywhere.
You are the wind, fresh and mysterious, not indulging in worldly pleasures, yet able to maintain closeness and gracefulness, standing tall and elegant. Amidst the vicissitudes of life, you can preserve your appearance. You are dignified, lively, never staying in one place.
The wind is joyful but not without sorrow, gentle but not without strength, easygoing but not without urgency, mysterious but not unfamiliar. If everything in the world has a measure, then you embody the most perfect posture. I admire you, yet I do not know how to approach your easygoing and calm demeanor, how to glide through the azure sky like you do.
Entrust me, and your heart will surely know happiness. I will use it and the fresh breath unknown to the world to awaken the long-dormant freedom and contentment within us. Suffering and worries will be driven out of our hearts.
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