We Are Just Grass

I saw this movie called Monga which describe early Taipei gangster. This lines are form the movie.

Where the wind blows, the grass will bow.
When I was young, I thought I could be like the wind.
Not until I was wounded, did I realize I am only like the insignificant grass.
Monga

風往哪裡吹,草就必須往哪裡倒
我年輕的時候也以為自己是風
等到遍體鱗傷,才知道原來我們都只是微不足道的草
艋舺

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It Was My Obstacle

I want to try every beautiful, good and nice things in my life. But what if it is against God? If it is against God, it shouln’t be beautiful, good and nice. It should be something else, isn’t it?

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