Look at today's corner

There are always some people

Like shuttle traffic.

After the hustle and bustle.

Hidden in the quiet streets in the morning

Think of yourself as a gust of wind

Chasing the eternal freedom

But now I suddenly realize

Nothing is more stupid than this.

Because the so-called possession

Will eventually become lonely.

Maybe I brought a dandelion.

Maybe I picked up a fallen leaf at the beginning.

You wouldn't be trapped in this empty wilderness.

Meeting is the beginning of the story.

Separation is the end of the play.

Life is a play after all.

It won't keep playing.

But it will leave something behind.

This is a simple and profound plot.

It was that ordinary and sad conversation.