Distinct

I am with words of simplicity,
And now just with the words of fall.
Waters fall and down the terrains fall,
With wits and courage, with life and knowledge.

Distinct two sides of road, its ends cant meet,
Even through moderate patience and passion.
Distinct two souls of human, its ideals cant meet,
Even through hard work and life discussion.

Bridges of burden, but of thoughts who clear,
The life lines and summary of pasts.
Heights of words, with what they reach,
With starry beliefs but with bloomy stark.

I live with fairy papers of lifeless breath,
Yet they appear surprisingly arrogant.