Urban Dust - Spiritual Diary

Each of us is constantly running between roads, buildings, and cities... Each of us has our own happiness, our own secrets, and our own tears... Our pace is too fast, our time is too little, we can't even wait for the laughter to spread from our throats and the tears to naturally slide down our cheeks... Our people are tired of living in the city, and our tears are flying in the city, slowly turning into dust flying between heaven and earth... We meet laughter and tears every day but turn a blind eye. It is as natural as our breathing every day. Our laughter and tears gradually become as small as a grain of dust, until we ourselves are to the whole world! I carved my mark with childish brushstrokes, leaving a trail of dust flying in the sun!