In place known as “the land where women stay”, was once rich and bountiful. However it was later engulfed by the harsh elements. People fled. A local by the name of Hallman, walked several few kilometers everyday to draw water, so as to irrigate the land and restore the landscape. After planting many trees, three survived. There is hope; there is hope for my home.
In this world, the colors of dreams have given hope for those who live in it. They adore the dreamy colours. The mountains, the trees, the rocks…together they make their paradisiacal world.
Hey young man, with your wings, you need not be afraid…When someone abandon you, you can mend your broken heart in this expansive city.
The birds long for the lush forest. However, they could not enter it. Like many artists, they long to be recognized, to be accepted. Most of them could only linger at edge of a melancholic dream.
Look at them, those carefree birds… flying freely. They are unpretentious and poor, free and lonely, blissful and sad. In their deep slumber, they are joyful like a blooming flower…
Reincarnation gives hope. It is unending, it is new beginning. Because I accept life and death, my life is filled with meaning. Don’t be sad…the sun is still shining.
At this awkward age, towards the last years of one’s youthful innocence, dreams, aspirations are sometimes not in line with reality. Burying my true self. Those countless, nameless, faceless youth who struggle in the city…hoping to realize his dream….nothing more.