When I was 15 years old, I left the town where I had lived for more than ten years for the first time. Like a frog, I jumped out of the ancient well for the first time. The city lights were fading, so strange and beautiful

Walking dandelions, like a big snow flying in the sky

You need a slime

Some people think I'm unhappy, but I'm not. I just appreciate silence in a world that never stops talking.

The coming will come, the walk will go. Sometimes leaving does not mean ending but another beginning.