(miniflash story)

Summer twilight, short break…The silhouette can be seen from afar. Inside is illuminated by the moon, Woman!

Her sparkling light gives small grains of sadness and bitter laughter, which will be replaced by the sweet sun later.

The bench on a moss lawn where she once hid from a clattery crowd is ruthlessly destroyed…

Having lost the light in the soul, people lose their landmarks…She did not lose her own…

A train plunged from the light, a train into an unknown utopian world, where Ophelia outwitted her creator…The Wonder Woman is still in my mind…