Transient Morning

I wake up in a tranquil morning, with a kind of feeling of “ deja vu”.

It’s 1 year since I’ve been here. I can still remember the season when I firstly drop my feet on this land. The summer breeze mixed with salty flavor penetrates my blue mind.

Lighting up a cigarette and I sat on my luggage in the strange dusty bus station, wondering if this is my destination, fate or somthing like that.

Heartbroken songs haunted upon my head, but soon it was overwhelmed by all the curiosities.

I love this green city. It broke one of my sweetest dreams and granted me another.

Gentle and pleasant breeze could always remind me of a strong woman.

Dreams were often burning in the dark and wet single room, with fears towards unconcious future.

The fourth dimension is TIME.

Looking back the history is athwart to the direction of time.

Naturelly I am seduced to remember 2 pairs of footprints in the colza field in this sunshiny morning.
It’s gone, like the autumn wind sweeping my eave in the dusky hometown.

Farewell, intemperance of my youth. The scars you bestowed is my flowery tattoo.

The transient moment flashes in this sunny tranquil summer moring.

Thanks to life...