When the last time I look over the blue bright sky? – I ask myself. Silently sitting alone under the vast sky, but only desperately look at the bottom of life. The life above there, was long forgotten.
What is a dream? – Did I make any meaningful accomplishment in this life? – And so I remember my past. The mystery’s of time envelope me. And I ask, “Dear sky, how can I know I live in a reality while you everchanging in my whole life?”
Ah, my smiling cloud.
Why you never invite me for a dance? Don’t you see that I lost the memory of our sky. Can you hold me? Just like the first day when I see the sky so bright around your smile.