Thoughts come and go like the wind.

Can man live without mockery?

Can man live without resistance?

Can man live without struggling in the day?

Can man live without struggling in their dreams?

The wind blows and no man know where it comes from nor where it goes.

They are tossed and turned against each other like the wind blowing debris.

Who controls the wind?

One day the wind will stop.

Breath like the wind.