She is the white feather high in the sky, and she is the dust that has no fixed place on the ground. She seems to be flawless, but she is hidden in countless wing feathers and cannot see the light. She only waves according to the wish of the owner of the wings, with no direction. She seems to be free and carefree, but she is buried in the noisy and chaotic world. She cannot hear the music and sleeps with only the lights of thousands of houses without any human breath. The feathers fell from the sky and were stained with mortal dust. They were no longer as holy as before, but they flew with the dust in the wind, free and happy.