I went on a journey
It was in winter
I walked besides the river
The wind was chilly cold
but it didn't stop me
In fact
I still want to walk on far far away
far away from where I live
and to think what I won't think about in the normal life
Then I think of my soul
It seems to jump out of my body
standed up on the river, singing
It waved to me
and I waved back
It walked away
and it walked on, without any stopping
I walked behind
Somehow I think
my soul is more initiative than me
It always walk indefinitely than I can imagine
Only one thing can stop me
and that it's my soul
but my soul is still walking on far far away, non-stopping
