Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.
We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.
Every scent is the sun's scent.
When the star dies, Its eye closes; tired of watching, It flies back to its first bright dream.
A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.
What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?