It is easy for people to be thrown away by the stream of light. Red cherries. Green bananas.
Time passes year by year, and the time is still passing, but people come and go, and their hearts change.
The wind is blowing again. The rain is falling again.
The winds and rains in this life are different. The winds have their own destinations, and the rains have their expectations.
The flowing light is inevitably wind and rain, and I just want stability for the rest of my life.
Conception: