$Breaking free from the cocoon, life becomes a thousand springs in full bloom
Wild cherry blossoms burst into bloom at the end of dark alleys; thunder rumbles deep within the cracks. The dirt clenched in your fist when you fall will turn to stars, and shattered shards of pottery will one day come together to form the dawn. Fate tempers your spine in the depths of winter, yet grants you the vastness of breaking free from your cocoon and taking flight.
Migrating birds cross twelve blizzards before they finally bring back a hint of green. Those who swallow bitterness will lift moonlight from their wounds. Every footprint holds the strength to break through the soil; every scar is etched with the pattern of new life.
Even when the long night rises above your brow, remember: after ten thousand falls, there will always be a ten-thousand-and-first dawn. Turn frost and snow into a bonfire, weave dust into poetry, and the spring mountains will awaken in the footsteps you leave along the way.
Wild cherry blossoms burst into bloom at the end of dark alleys; thunder rumbles deep within the cracks. The dirt clenched in your fist when you fall will turn to stars, and shattered shards of pottery will one day come together to form the dawn. Fate tempers your spine in the depths of winter, yet grants you the vastness of breaking free from your cocoon and taking flight.
Migrating birds cross twelve blizzards before they finally bring back a hint of green. Those who swallow bitterness will lift moonlight from their wounds. Every footprint holds the strength to break through the soil; every scar is etched with the pattern of new life.
Even when the long night rises above your brow, remember: after ten thousand falls, there will always be a ten-thousand-and-first dawn. Turn frost and snow into a bonfire, weave dust into poetry, and the spring mountains will awaken in the footsteps you leave along the way.