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I can't count all the stars in the sky, it's just as ridiculous as trying to count your own hair.

I don't try to chase after the clouds in the sky at all, there's no reason to persecute your own backyard.

I'll just keep trying to catch grasp of my own feelings and keep my gaze within my sight. Once all my desires come from my heart, I'll just undoubtely follow them until they die, and keep on track of the burning present residing hidden within instants.