I had a dream once
when my father was alive
and I was still living in my hometown
and at a glance,
it was to work my way to preserve the house there
and live in a peaceful way
gradually giving meaning to each day
and the same for my family,
but after my father’s passing,
well…everyone’s into changing everything
in the sense of where and how they live
and the house there becomes
a remnant of the past.
- Joker Wood