Game for the brave

I crawl through chaotic swamps, lighthouses without directions;

The bees and butterflies that whistle in the ears cannot stop the pace of kindness;

Occasionally encounter a lizard, but also like a child frightened to inhale cool air;

I don't know where the other same species are, I just move forward and don't say a word.

I don't know how much distance has passed, and it seems like the cries of the same kind in the distance;

I looked around excitedly, looking for footprints;

He is not as dusty and wretched as I am, the sun is shining and white;

The sun instantly warmed the earth, and the swamp turned into an endless meadow.

God is something that does not have one in ten thousand that He brings;

I pulled hard to recede the thick mud that had once been wrapped around me, and ran after him;

A warm smile is his word, and my body is full of strength;

Every gust of wind gives me courage, and every petal is exceptionally beautiful.

The legs get heavier and heavier until they can't lift;

His eyes became more and more blurry, and his smile became strange;

Angel or devil, with a deadly weapon in hand;

This is a game for the brave, can not only love hope without love spit!