There are some images in my life.
Reality and dream were such close,
so close that they became one.
Silently, the town was shrouded in white mist.
Lonely, a fox sat on a small hill under the night sky.
Distantly, standing inside an ancient castle,
I watched the city noise.
In the end,
I walked down the castle,
Took the fox’s hand,
Towards the rowdy crowd,
And the confusing white.
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