Find a quiet cabin to talk to.

The sofa worships cats and dogs and binds some micro-poems.

Move out of this world like a nail house

Set up a "wingless gang"

Leisure time after meals

The wind came and the rain went, and I sat in the cabin, staring blankly, reading and writing, and being myself quietly.

If you go with the flow, you will only lose yourself. It's best to be quiet and talk to your soul alone.

Perhaps, I will be lonely, lonely, but fortunately, I can keep company with words.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, flowers bloom and fall, trudge through the world of mortals and finally turn into dust.