Just like the vision on water surface, swaying as the wind blows

The things we see always wonder and tremble

We see them or not, it doesnft matter

We cannot hold them forever anyway

I want to express what my body feels, way before the words come out

Seasons turn again and now it is the time for thawing

I approach to the season and the season leaves me, as I layer the plates

The layers let me realize that therefs no eternity or time

Does the world change after the thaw?