Limit of 500 words A clear face can create a clear enough picture,
A moment of turning around can take away all the waiting for dreams.
Like a rainbow, the ending is death,
We cannot give it eternal life,
Can't stop the glow from fading,
When we are helpless in the face of these,
Exile is an urgent expectation,
Just to the horizon, to the promontory,
To find the home of the soul,
Maybe that tranquility is not far away?