:artist: Kuang Hong
:medium: painter

gone with the wind are not only your tears,
it is this world too.

love and hatred cross in the sanctury,
only in dreams can they be seen,
like the frost,
time freezes at your fingertips.

covered by ashes is not only your memory,
it is this space too.

the weaved curves by your crimson dress,
held my reluctance to let go,
yet my tears are telling farewell,
because in this moment,
time has fallen to pieces...