Artist's description: All the confused scene of a thousand beings,
Were you a goat in the purest mountain in the intact and invisible world,
Were you the leaf when a little girl was passing beneath you not noticing your shy and transparent gaze,
Were you the women who always watched the view of spring through the old window seating on her brownish wooden chair drinking jasmine tea in white porcelain teacup?
Although the temperature and her hands were warm, she was holding ice inside of her, and that never be separated from her.
She might dream the hot-cocoa like ordinary warmth watching the scent of July.
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