How many people have once believed that when the woods are deep, the deer appears; when the sea is blue, the whale breaches; when dreams wake, the beloved is there.
Yet when the woods are deep, the mists obscure the return journey; when the sea is blue, the raging waves block the path ahead; when dreams wake, the night enshrouds the uncertainty.
The spirit deer never leaps across the deep ravine, the giant whale is never heard breaking the vast abyss, and the person in one's heart can all the more not be found.
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