锈一般的空气，披着神秘面具，无边无际。终而下起小雨，在那旅人背脊，一滴一滴。
同样是提伞，步行的人随风而吟，或哀而泣；自行车骑士，则感战场沙尘四起，愈进愈急。
一阵酷气过去，只闻草木翻翻欲寂。
炎热夏季，绿荫默默伫立，俯观人的筋疲力尽；清爽秋庭，过客缓缓而行，仰听梧桐的最后喘息。
自以为，这是自然的窈窕纤细。转角处，却见落叶一片狼藉。
究尽一生，或许明彻缘灭气息，却难见情止体静。万物化返，终使人不胜唏嘘。
然而，巧遇名师大家携子搀女之景，但知人性的平凡无奇。
生生父母，其心如一；追忆惘然，原似流光随影。
What is insignificant to us may have a big impact on others, what is significant to us, others may feel nothing. Life is all but a controversy of subjectivity. The quest to seek the Objective is thus the aim of every human, but who really finds it?
Stranded in the middle of time, looking at the past brings regret, looking at the future brings fear and sadness, looking at the present brings uncertainty. Yet, who really overcomes time?
