Walk on my dear, hold his hands tightly
Love as if there’s no tomorrow
Do not take time for granted (if you take it for granted, there will be no moments)
For when the wind blows, it just flows
(Hard, flock of birds flapping flight on the ripples of your breath
Soft, tickling the bamboo leaves, giggling)
Just be, my dear.
The cause and effects, all is taken care of.
Sometimes fear creeps in, what is this does not work out?
“Who cares.”, Bear said bluntly.
“I care! I will be hurt, drowned, buried in the deepest trenches, broken to pieces and…”
“You have fought, you have loved, you have lived.” Bear whispers to my ears.