FlyingCastle

I want the moon in the sky and the light in the ground, the snow-white room and the pitch-black bed, and where you want to go

A quiet life fills the emptiness of the spirit

Doing ordinary things repeatedly becomes extraordinary

I want to become the angel you love in the fairy tale, open my hands and become wings to guard you

The breath of freedom

I love my city so much that I raised me like a mother for so long

Why do I often have tears in my eyes, because of the depth of my love for this land