soar, crack

I’m writing a word as I’m thinking about a past event…
Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice

I’m writing a word as I’m thinking about a past event…

Climb the long road and follow the one ahead...

I bent my body and tried to clear my stuffy nose...

I ran hard and ran forward. The wind was blowing and the rain was blowing...

The scent of vanilla exudes a classic...

The sky is full of stars and surrounded by a bright moon...

What time is it over there? Is it dark? …

What does the life that is born represent? born…

The patchwork of words is like that of the Taoist priest...

Running in the footsteps of childhood, there is a leisurely sound next to me...