Dreaming...
... Is not something to be shameful of.
Enthralled with thoughts.
The woolgathering to a new realm.
The pensiveness to contrive.
Crying...
... Is not entreated in the dragon's eyes.
Tearing with emotions.
The advancement to breaking down.
The courage to pick up.
NYCOYQP, we didn't cry, and don't even think of crying.
Instead, we pick ourselves up to dream.
Dreaming takes a heed further than crying.
It might be a huge wave, but even currents go against it too.
I dream of the day,
When our yangqin and percussion resonations go far beyond the hills.
And touch hearts.
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