I arrived at the far and mysterious East, where green leaves are sprouting everywhere. The tents are scattered on the endless lawn, and I sit down on the ground with the locals. The moist mist is in the distance, and the sky is obscure and dark. Behind me there were clear pools one after another. I sang primitive tunes with the locals. This place seemed like as mysterious as the promise land in the poems. In my dream, this far East is actually Mongolia where I have never been before.
The vanishing Portraits, Bi Yue Syuan Western-style Building, Kinmen, Taiwan