| 0 | when almost everything is quiet |
| 0 | pushing the void |
| 0 | the sparkling brilliance still remains majestic |
| 0 | on the threshold of autumn, the wind rises |
| 0 | stepping on hot coals in chaos |
| 0 | imperceptible soft afternoon wind |
| 0 | stealth flight |
| 0 | memory strengthens me as I walk |
| 0 | imagination can fill the void |
| 0 | the lights move lightly |
| 0 | but still numb |
| 0 | healthy childhood |
| 0 | end of a long journey |
| 0 | ascending the steep slope |
| 0 | a melancholic snapshot captured |
| 0 | expansion of the perception of reality |
| 0 | peace in dreams now |
| 0 | the distant invisible |
| 0 | postponed climb |
| 0 | a new blossoming will come |