[Art Picture Language] 2021.06.09 Son of the Wind Quietly

The wind is erratic, and you always drift from my fingers whenever I think I'm about to grab you. You are like the wind that doesn't want to go home. How do I know where you are? You say that you are home to the world. But you also said that the street you like to live in, you always like a person. Very quiet but very lonely, with cold leaves blowing at dusk, and a little starlight in the night sky. All my thoughts are about you, I found that we are gradually becoming strangers, and gradually we are different...