Staring at the blank walls and the blue sky,
There are tiny bubbles sliding through the air,
I want to control its trajectory with my eyes,
There is nothing you can do but it is written in your heart.
Legend has it that it is opacification during the development of the lens.
Grow up, mature, and gradually disappear,
When I concentrate again, the world is still clear.
This is life,
Pain, joy, and then peace.
Conception: