The rotating wooden horse surrounds me, and I feel like I have arrived in heaven unknowingly, wandering and flying, singing alone, just a silly imagination in a dream...
Leaves are wings that cannot fly. Wings are leaves that fall in the sky. Heaven should not be a delusion, but I have long forgotten how to fly in the first place. Loneliness is a carnival of one person. Carnival is the loneliness of a group of people. Love, the original beginning is Companion, but I gradually forgot about it. At that time, I really needed someone to accompany me. I ate, traveled, walked around by myself, read and wrote letters by myself, and talked by myself. But my mind wandered to where it was, and I couldn't even see clearly. I think I didn't just lose you...