The symbolic buildings of liberty, justice and democracy painted eyesights with the vibrant hues of discovery.

In the wildness, an autumn sigh of thousands of years, all lost in this dream.

Life is precious, the wonderful creatures bring us to the deepest forest they once marched.

Among all the high buildings, a quiet place carries memories of generations.

In a sunny day, some clouds, and I wonder.

A city carries the spirit of revolution and progress, far from the center but still in the middle.

A little girl, a teenager, a lady that met on the same day, all free like a breeze of wind in the summer.

In quiet time, in a quiet corner. the tample light is dancing.

The very first time curving, her shoulder, cheek, and hairs emerge as if she has been hiding in that pile of snow.

Seaching till the the sun draw a wild dream.