The pear blossoms are lonely and covered in snow, but they still recall the spring begonias. In the past, there was a gentle breeze and morning light. When I returned home at dusk, I just cut off the water with a knife. Suddenly I looked back. When I woke up from the dream, in the dim light, it was all gone. I finally realized that the time and scenery were just a blur that threw people away.
Intention: A fleeting moment