在森林酣睡的鹿 The Forest Where the Deer Sleeps
20'02" ｜ 2021
There were times I kept going around, while having to stay these few years, the rapid changes around dragged and twisted the silently awaiting past, while they almost seem unrelated to me but at the same time holding me tight from somewhere I could not see. The impression of a line from a poem pops up from time to time but I couldn’t recall every single word, nor could I read the poem once again. I hope to compose a lullaby yet I’m not capable of composing one. So I could only try to grab these pieces of fragments which seem distant but would lurk in the shadows for long, to plant a forest, and let the deer sleep there.