This is and not the same beach.
“Pilgrim route at Songzanlin Lamasery, Yunnan, China.”
It lies in the whole journey,
every mundane moment in life,
every breath we take.
Memory is a tricky thing…
it varies depending on the air, light, smell, weather, mood, music, …
The glance at 1/24 fps, we fall in.
love comes, love fades ; going forward, backward – lies in hands
Above deep blue tranquility, there will be countless turmoil
let it be, let it come
sooner or later, it will all be gone…
Can the distance be unveiled?
The shore seems close yet unreachable.
Before storm comes, it’s just another ordinary day.
– Born a sailor, born to sail –
The shore will never be the shore, but nostalgia.