As Time Passes By-rock-soul

1. Every day's morning I drive the car joining the long winding working tribe. The same scenery, same traffic jam, same business, same loneliness repeated daily. Nonstop working, nonstop planning, going through hopes and desires, enduring forgetting and letting memories go, Counting the years go by, counting the gray hairs emerging, counting the youth years flowing away. Imagine someday I could go away, to walk on the high terrain and desert, sailing toward the sacred island Pu-Tuo to hear the tides and chimes. Walk back my homeland, dream back my childhood times. 2. From young age I made many wishes, I studied late and going home counting the night stars. So many tests to prepare, so many narrow doors trying to enter, so far the study journey from my home. Love story comes and go, only memories left behind. Relatives and old friends hard to get together, So much worries, so much missing, when can I rest this unceasing mind? Imagine someday I can go away, searching the history of the India Genge rivers ruin, Meditate in the snow mountain and barren land. From where did I came? To where do I go?