The Trust

I have that pure believe
that the trust could be built with any one
any emotion
as long as it is as transparent as the water
running down from the snowy mountain top
Yet we know
we originally arrive from dust
from the earth from the imperfection
that beasts possess
It could not get purified easily
So we embrace the instincts
as our characters
we accept mistakes
as our natures
and we try to forgive to keep the fragile
as the thin layer of ice
floating over our idealistic lake
temporarily settled in the winter storms
Breaking it almost is equivalent to breaking hearts
we could only let the water body moves on
along the time axis of our soul
no escape really
rather fades away at most