growing up

Although there are no traces of wings in the sky, I have already flown.

--Inscription

After the reincarnation of the four seasons, I kept walking on the mountain trails, staring at the distant scenery, lost a season of glory, struggling to rush out of the secular cage on the edge of the dream, and my eyes were freed from the aura of life. Filtered more and more pure.

He sang: "The thoughts of the sea are finally flowing and the river is on the horizon. I miss you..." The things that were buried in the depths of memory were picked up one by one, full of dripping, or sad. Or joy, or childish; hang down and ask: Is this me? Perhaps it is growth.

There is a kind of fall called the rise, and there is a disappointment called hope. There is never a road, but in the moment of falling, we are lost, but in the moment of disappointment, we are suffering. People who have seen "Invisible Wings" will be shocked and surprised.