My Dear City Lord

What we know is: the carousel is a very cruel game, chasing each other, but there is an eternal distance. What we don't know is: the carousel is a game that can explain happiness. Its eternal distance represents the eternity of happiness, and the eternity that remains unchanged despite the vicissitudes of life! Eternal as exquisite as a mummy… The dust suspended in the air swayed under the sunlight that passed through the cracks in the door, and was suddenly sucked down by the splashed water, as if proud of it, and then fell into a pool of blood in a heroic manner. The little dust bids farewell to its flying life in a way of nirvana. We are an isolated island floating in the ocean, aimlessly, perhaps anchored next to a bustling city, or perhaps anchored next to another isolated island with few people, enduring double the loneliness... The waves are beating against the rocks on the other side, and the shells are using their hollow bodies to brew the intoxicating sound of the waves. Why do I seem to smell bursts of melancholy rosemary? Walking quickly on the roads lined with camphor trees, looking for memories that the passing years have forgotten to carve, is in vain, because it will never look back! What we are looking for is always the transparent footprints left behind by the passing of time.