循環 Circle

Brown and green,
Air carries the fierce wind. 
Grassland responds to the call of nature, 
Nothing can hide,
even the interspace of everything. 

Standing still, 
They hand over the clothes to another’s flesh,
staring at the “white” propped up and floating down,
trying to make the ideal circle. 

But the floating clothes reveal the deformation in every exchange…

Standing still,
They ignore the distortion of their pride.