a journey with emptiness in it,
while you are not there,
like tree without leaves,
train has no passengers,
and body contains no soul
sometimes i forget, lives move on
just like leaves grow back next spring
passengers get on next stop
and i will carry you, once again
ironically, the emptiness is necessary,
for me to recognize you…
when that day comes.
The glance at 1/24 fps, we fall in.
love comes, love fades ; going forward, backward – lies in hands