>In the green forest, I walked in a slow motion
Seeing the great tall trees around me, circled like a round plate
At that time, it was in a night
My eye catched a blue shining star above my head
I saw what it was
You know what was it?
It was the blue sparkling star
Lonely in its place, but shining more than a sun
Filling the empty and cold night
Then, I felt my hands touched it
I felt flying to the sky above
To feel the warm of the blue sparkling star

(My home garden, ‘imagination’, 2007)