Feathers Blown Away by the Wind

Sometimes, like feathers in the wind, we lie peacefully in the arms of the wind and drift with the wind. We think that is stability. Until we encountered a sandstorm, the wind could no longer protect us, so we were washed away in the storm. Became one me or another we. In this ordinary world, we strive to find our own position. We don't talk about dreams or ideals. We only talk about food and clothing, and survival!