蒼穹，翽羽

　　Maybe it's just because another season change that the world revolved again. Keeping myself moving on, I turned myself into mechine, switching on and off. Yet, the need of company, especially the ones that are important to my life, is required to refuel myself. I feel like disappearing from the horizon, becoming a slow breeze. I often wonder, among those people who asked, how many of themselves would answer? The ocean keep beating the shore as it does down through the ages, what will I be after I disappear in the stream of time.
　　I found myself in the air last night. Falling toward the ground, I kept slient, for the cries would never be heard of. Downward, those who would hear cannot hear in time; upward, those who could hear in time would not hear. So I kept on descending, again. I felt the strong wind carved my chin. Wind shear sheared my ear. It was gloomy that the sun never shined, and thus I know not how deep it was.
　　And I woke up, finding myself alone in the village. Or, I should put it that way: it's just another dream.