Snow Garden

Those lines are comprised of the untouched words from a pure soul. No interruption. This is a window where I open up my heart and deep mind, giving my readers the access to my philosophy and see the wings of the soul, incorporated with complex sentiment and unique ways of expression construction. If the mental world is a matrix architecture, the core is the degree of sensing, with hundreds of thousands moments created when a pure soul is being tortured from inside out, as the firm foundation. Yet you hear no endless sobbing, nor see countless tear, but purely beauties. That is, your soul remains at its original dwell. All shifts you observed are just relative, never absolute. If you define that time does changed you, that is, how you are trying to manipulate your soul, distort it, for the pursuit of a different way to reside your mind, and your body. Stay, with yourself, with your beautiful soul, with what your soul directs and desires. Here I want to share with you about how my soul flies out of me and grants me the chance to embrace all possible beauties I can ever harvest along my journey.