A love.
The dark and hidden swamp is glowing, and the isolated Utopia habitat is clean and bright. The wind blows the hair tips, and the five-colored silk threads float freely in the air. The seeds of greed and holiness grow wantonly over the years.
To commemorate it, I call it Yunfan.
Only after you have said it a lot can you truly understand silence. Many times what your eyes see is just a disappointment.
Concept: Silence is not necessarily golden