A white flower fell on the Chinese water, an apple fell to the ground. . A dream rose from an eye. This traveler went alone, he went without us. I am a twist, I am a swing. The jar broke: I am water. This stone, where is its connection with me? That bee, where is its flight to me? Where is the mirror pattern? This smile, where are the lips? Where did it come from, where is the sea? I smell, smell came. From all sides, came hi, came ho. I went, he came, he came. See more