An arrow is a traveler
The wind is a visitor
Life is a long scroll painting
and
You and I are poems
When the golden leaves of autumn fall into the water
I saw a new life coming.
When the squally shower falls to the heart
I saw life dying
Spring is a preparation for the gods
Thousand arrows shot
The song of the angels rang through the wilderness
To the depths of the sunset
The road to Rome is not far away
a team of carriages
Take turns
Catch a dark day
When winter comes
You are still on the road
And the person who drives is you.
Qingming Shanghe Tu Scroll
Dvořák’s New World Movement
The Potala Palace
Are road signs
Life is like a cradle
Feast of wine
Only after you have drunk
Know the direction