" I look up at the sky at the end of the day. What do people think on the same timeline?
Sometimes they have hope and sometimes they despair. Sometimes I think of someone and wish for happiness.
Sometimes I cry for invisible anxiety and fear. I drank words I couldn't say and looked up at the sky.
Still tomorrow will come.
In a beautiful scene, there are times when I think that all the existing reality is a fleeting dream. "
The scenery of the riverbed where weeds grow in the neighborhood and the setting sun are combined to create a fantastic scenery.
The weeds are close to 2m and I finally took a picture.😅