"I wish I could just rot under this tree.
That’s my wish; to sleep, sleep, sleep.
I wish I could just rot under this tree.
That’s my wish; to be caressed by the gentle breeze and fall asleep."
That’s my wish; to sleep, sleep, sleep.
I wish I could just rot under this tree.
That’s my wish; to be caressed by the gentle breeze and fall asleep."
"My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there."
— Rumi, The Soul of Rumi
(出典： larmoyante)
