In fact, a man was walking on the water, very slowly, almost like a snail. He strolled calmly forward, without stopping or noticing the trail. Somewhere, a bird hurtled into the sky. Wind’s gently shaking the reeds. He strode without looking by. As if his life flowed with the water tide. The silent infinity of human daydream ... A breeze did not tremble timidly in the reeds. The heaven bird' flown away in the stifling heat. There was no one to look at his life deeds. Lonely like a snail, lone like a bird, Alone like a wind blowing in the straws. Solo, as someone who just walks, on the water's surface forgetting the flow.❤