The flying dust is dust.
Water condensed into ice crystals is snow.
Dust, dry and dirty.
Snow, moist and clean.
Dusty snow is as fine as dust and broken as dust, but it is clean and unstained snow after all.
Clockwise.
——Now, I want to see snow, not the kind that spreads dust to deceive children.
Counterclockwise.
——I don't have the gentleness you want, so you are fragile that I can't grasp.
Time flies by with a snap of a finger.
Is our distance still stuck in dust and snow?
←Thank you to the 56 adults of Future Picture Shop>.