Let your arrival be an accident.
However, yours is fleeting.
This must be an accident, not an accident.
Glittering fragments fell from the sky.
It seems like a lifetime ago, and that moment is far away.
Holy lotus blooms on the vamps of passers-by in a hurry.
Breathing slightly happily.
I use the lens in my hand to capture
The length of a poem about the first snow.
Pure splash, then dim.
The wet road shows the past.
Beautiful moment, let the world wake up * * *
Thousands of years of dreams.
It only takes a moment to emerge.
The outline of the earth