A collection of short stories from the Pili puppet show series.
The years are long in my hometown. The white scene has stopped clouds, like water flowing through the sky. The leaves are falling and the autumn wind is blowing. Tossing and turning in my thoughts, cold dew and frost.
Songs express ambitions, and words express hopes. The strings are incomprehensible, and the blue sky is impermanent. Climb high and look around, the world is vast. Things are far away from each other, and this meaning is vague.
Miscellany.
But it was a momentary move.
Intention: Laughing at the falling fence and calling the lantern, the children of the world
