Terrace Garden, a Piece of Pure Land on Top of the Buildings
I still remember that time
a person was struggling outside
sometimes feeling lost and uncertain
so he/she/they would often climb to the top floor
the wind there was particularly strong
but it wasn't unpleasant at all
the rooftop was dotted with tiny flowers
they stretched their heads upwards in a vibrant display
under the sunlight
it was like a warm, radiant light
warming one's heart
standing tall
the view would be expansive
the traffic below was like a dynamic painting
under the rosy glow
there was a different kind of beauty
and the rooftop
had a slightly detached, otherworldly feeling
like an untouched paradise
or a pearl hidden in the soil
shining brilliantly but without making a sound
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