Leave footprints on the ancient Mediterranean coast

I want to climb all the high and low mountains on foot.

Shout out the craziest moment in my heart to the sky

I saw a row of geese passing by outside the window.

This old radio has been circulating for several years.

I have felt the temperature arc of life.

Go straight and chase time like gliding.

I put what I saw and prayed into words.

Chinese characters and punctuation marks in a square grid

I seek the source of my soul.

Language collision thinking feast

Hold the boiling temperature in your hand.

The warmth slowly spread from the palm of your hand to your fingertips.

Who is singing folk songs?

How far does the song of life spread?

I am waiting for tomorrow, waiting for tomorrow every day.

From dawn to dusk, shallots grow into countless leaves.

I'm exploring time, exploring every moment.

The difference between a minute and a second.

Hold the boiling temperature in your hand.

The warmth slowly spread from the palm of your hand to your fingertips.

Who is singing folk songs?

How far does the song of life spread?

Our life is like the weather in March.

Can become violent and calm in an hour.