Graffiti of the beautiful world of fantasy, with the fairy's skirt dancing, reluctantly fighting against time, desperately trying to retain, is the childhood dream, or the father's young look?

The criss-crossing color lines seem to be a city in which the reinforced concrete structure is recorded. The neon lights are shining. Before you took me to see the world, now I want to share what I see and feel with you.

Grinding under the wheel of life, the pain is overwhelming, and I have never forgotten to leave a blank for my heart, only because it is a teaching from a distance, and the flowing sleeves, such as the white pigeons, spread their wings and sent me a letter of thought.

"My time, your white hair"

Look at the world on your shoulders, look at childhood fairy tales; see the bustling city life;

At this moment, returning home, read the memory of the fragments one by one, I want to show you:

- You exchanged for white hair, my most beautiful appearance -