Falling Rain

Rain in plain words is beautiful. In the little house halfway up the mountain, on a spring morning after a heavy rain, I like to sit on the wooden swing beneath the big tree outside my home. I feel the cool raindrops on my face and arms as they soak the swing. The mountain in my memories is pure, free, and carefree. As I grew up, time began to pass so quickly, and so much happened. Life suddenly revealed another side of itself that I hadn't noticed before, all tangled up and complicated. And so my memories, too, became three-dimensional.

Theme: Memories and feelings from the past gradually fade away. I hope to record them and leave something behind.