Have you ever noticed random alphabets written in DAILY LIFE?
What if the whole world is a computer game and those are some scripts falling apart…
Climbing toward the sun, petals whisper in bloom.
Angles of ambition carve a path toward the stars.
Bending reflections tell stories of steel and light.
Fragments of time rest within silent walls.
Persistent ivy, weaving sunshine into green poetry.
Held between pages, eternity finds its place.
Unsung lullabies drift beneath the silver crescent.
Quarrying light from the depths of the night.
Voices of the past tells where the sun stands still.
Yearning for the sky, the last branch reaches high.
Zenith of tradition, weave through wooden eaves.
