Clouds Are Flying on the Roof

Flying through the hidden wounds of the concrete forest This is a story about forgetfulness and awakening. Like everyone else, he grew up, worked, got married, and had children, trying to act like a "normal person" in a rapidly changing era. Forty years have passed. He has become a faceless middle-aged man in the urban forest, burdened with mortgage payments, workplace pressure and family chores. Those dreams about flying have long since sunk into the deepest part of my memory, leaving only two faint, almost invisible old scars on my back. Until one ordinary dusk, on the edge of the company rooftop, when he decided to end it all - the two old scars suddenly tore apart, and the real, blood-stained wings broke out of the body. When the protagonist finally takes flight at the age of forty, he is not only burdened with his past, but also the spiritual price paid by a generation in its rapid development. The blood stains on those wings are the wounds left when compromising, the pain of swallowing in silence, and the weight of life accumulated by countless "should bes". This is not a story about escaping reality, but a story about rediscovering why you are trapped in reality. In the end, when the wings spread out in the urban night sky, readers will face not only a person's awakening, but also an urgent question: In an era when efficiency is paramount and success studies are prevalent, have we long forgotten how we originally wanted to fly? And are those dreams that we define as "unrealistic" the last line of defense that prevents us from being completely materialized? "Clouds Flying on the Roof" - dedicated to all those who have forgotten how to fly in reality, but are still looking for the sky in their dreams.