In one glance, a thousand years of reincarnation passed through their fingers like sand.
The imprint of time and space, the moment it opens is the end of a story and the beginning of another journey.
Are life and death, natural and man-made disasters dreams? Is it the past? Or is it true?
Who is longer, the longing deep in the soul or the long years?
As the curtain rises and falls, theatergoers are also actors in the play.
I was confused when I returned from my midnight dream, and at the moment when my eyes met, I completed this agreement without regrets.