- The chaotic kingdom, bright white clouds hang low; the dangerous and misty ocean, hitting the “iron ship” on the coast.
- In the beginning, dust had no name, it was more like a seed of life; accepting the arrangement of fate, following the direction of the wind, drifting all the way… When the wind stopped, it rested its tired body; when the wind rose, it continued to mix with other dust.
- (The dust did not know where it came from or where it was going; it wanted to break free from the control of the heavens, but had to rely on them to find a stable foothold.)
- Involuntarily, deep like duckweed.
- In the middle of crossing the desert; tired, docked, looking forward to the next wind. Flying across the sky, fortunate to see the clouds at the horizon; sleeping in her embrace. Occasionally, encountering a persistent gale, wondering about its true mission.
- (Staying in the desert, desolate everywhere, dust fearing to be one of them; while the embrace of clouds, feeling so warm and passionate.)
- The road is long and far.
- Dust firmly believed that one day it would become a real seed. Carrying life, descending – after undergoing all the necessary baptism and test: successfully falling into “hell”, plunging into the sea of life.
第一章第一节｜Chapter 1, Section 1