Chinhooi Zhenhui

Sometimes they're out and about on the edge of the woodland sometimes they're not in early winter they take the last few bites  of the grass that's left with their heads down a flock of sheep the horns on their heads gently harms  the skin of the earth the sheep are scrambling the marching order is a little chaotic the shepherd woman begins to yell the field of vision is not wide open i can still see the gray wolfhound staring majestically under the poplar tree that's lost its leaves  suddenly it snarls and runs towards the rattled flock suddenly the swollen formation shrinks the status quo was quickly restored and the shepherdess, the dog and the sheep began another round of silence.

In a secluded place there's a little house of mine where the wind the rain lightning and dark clouds sunrise and evening stars snails and orioles sakura and snow swallows and spring breeze orchids and autumn friends and foes loved ones and strangers all the people i know from the books you and the flowers of dream and time had come and gone like a little letter carrier.

 Very little sleep he gets  in recent days he doesn't always crave sleep he's just plagued by fatigue amidst the chaos of time and space no passing cars would take him away boarding a grey-green plain bus  he is relieved however the bus never stops no matter where it passes such a trite scenario really happened in his brain the anxiety was real passing through the grand canyon it was real the disconsolate passengers it was all real the bus didn't stop until he opened his eyes  and woke up by accident the other half of him getting out out of bed slowly turning on some light entering a new day of life not surprised by what was taken away from him he already believed that no matter where he was he could never get out of the destiny  of his childhood.

A vector that runs from negative infinity to positive it strings everything from past to present if you abide by its line you can find the roots that have gone astray you can find the future that lies ahead time is a paintbrush that smudges green on the field then turns it yellow meanwhile time is a magic wand that changes everything it makes leaves marcescent it makes flowers fragrant time is a fountain it nourishes the hearts of lovers it makes their affections grow stronger and deeper  but at the same time it's also a powerful carving knife it wears down the grievances smooths the differences between people engraves all the beauty on their minds time is a touchstone it exposes those  things that only shine outwardly restores their former tones  time is a good unguent it heals all the pain and wounds leaving only happiness, wellness and hope time is the overlord of all societies it brings some down lifts some up in fact time is a merciless killer it will bury everyth...