I once walked in a hill, no water, no grass, the ground was too dry to tread the heat always hit my legs and head. I once walked on the sea, no land, no rocks and water always seduced me into my arms. No need to laugh or cry on mountains and sea, because the mountains and the sea have no taste. I never saw a mountain cry even though the sun burned his body. I never saw the sea laughing even though it was with her dance
