On the plane, turn on your phone's airplane mode
Isolated from the world, thinking about the things of the world
Your story, your possession, no matter how beautiful it is
All remain on the earth, and have nothing to do with you for the time being
The wind blows away the thoughts between heaven and earth
No matter how deep the love, no matter how poisonous the hate
They all lie dormant among the flowers and plants beneath the heavy clouds
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The height at which the body is located
Can you determine the height of your thoughts?
The soul that longs to fly on weekdays
Finally a getaway
But will you be able to take off when you get home?
Sages such as Confucius and Socrates became stars
None have anything to do with airplanes, all have to do with the mind
