Chapter 26 High mountains and long roads
Shouting is bursting silence
Silence is a silent call
regardless of agitation
not serenity
i pray
as long as it's not bland
if the distance calls me
I will go far
if the mountains call me
I'm going to the mountains
worn out feet
Just let the sunset paint the path again
Scratched hands
Simply let the thorns become rhododendrons
there is no road longer than feet
no mountain higher than man