Streaming Micro-Dreams

Wandering in the boundless land for a long time - there, our future and past are like a microcosm of the evaporation of rose crystals in the dust. In the diffuse dusk and the unattended warmth, the afterglow of the morning light has faded. Salty rain drops from the sky, and catkins floating in the air plunge into the ground one by one. I couldn't see anything clearly, but I was running in the courtyard forgetfully.