In winter, I faced the glass window.
Fairy tales made by frosted flowers adhered to beautiful dreams.
In summer, I sat on the windowsill.
I slowly shook a window.
The picture reflected on the glass was like a self-discharge shadow.
Go far away with my father
Sit in the car and look at the glass window
Trees run backwards
There are swaying sunsets
Sitting in the classroom
Looking at the glass window
Watching the playground
Football and flowered skirts flying together
Nowadays, white-haired people
still look at the four seasons in front of the glass window
.