When the rosy glow on the horizon fades into the blue dusk, a faint breeze brushes across the lake. Night, far from the clamor of daytime, wordlessly tells of its peace. At moments like this, thoughts begin to spread...
Longing is like a tree in the wilderness, growing wildly in the hazy night.
Its branches overlap and intertwine in the air, the wind blowing in from every direction, and every leaf speaks of a different mood...
The moon rises quietly with a smile, thin clouds drifting all around, and the night begins its telling.
At this moment, that door of the soul stands open, letting the moonlight scatter all the thoughts on the ground.
Thoughts, stretching far away like a lake, wind their way all the way from the other side of the mountain...
Birds flap their weary wings, wandering among the branches, searching for the nest that will take them home.
The depth of the night sets off the pale bluish white of the clouds, and the shadows of the trees move through them...
