What happened many years ago is like a dream. When you wake up, it turns into a breeze and disappears with a gentle blow.
It's often late at night that I find it hard to fall asleep, and then I remember a lot of trivial things. Turning around, the sleepiness only decreased but not increased. The sound of coughing penetrated into the dark night, the wind blowing from the window was a bit cold, and many tiny particles were born on my bare arms. I think of you so naturally. In the sound of coughing, wind, and midnight singing in the city, I think of you and all the things I have agreed upon.
A small insect burst into my house suddenly, flapping its wings and making a buzzing sound.
Really annoying.
I want to capture it just like I wanted to capture this moment, and I want to capture the mood I had years ago.
Conception: