Above the flamingo Lin Quan Qingbo, a group of light souls dance alone in the rhythmic silence, hatching their own stories. Scattered, silhouettes formed into lines, and lines of free notes disappeared into the sky
flamingo
Above Lin Quan Qingbo,
A group of light souls
The silence of the solo dance,
Incubate your own story.
Diffuse,
Silhouette into a line,
Lines of free notes
Hide into the sky.
Above the flamingo Lin Quan Qingbo, a group of light souls dance alone in the rhythmic silence, hatching their own stories. Scattered, silhouettes formed into lines, and lines of free notes disappeared into the sky
Above the flamingo Lin Quan Qingbo, a group of light souls dance alone in the rhythmic silence, hatching their own stories. Scattered, silhouettes formed into lines, and lines of free notes disappeared into the sky
Above the flamingo Lin Quan Qingbo, a group of light souls dance alone in the rhythmic silence, hatching their own stories. Scattered, silhouettes formed into lines, and lines of free notes disappeared into the sky
Above the flamingo Lin Quan Qingbo, a group of light souls dance alone in the rhythmic silence, hatching their own stories. Scattered, silhouettes formed into lines, and lines of free notes disappeared into the sky
Above the flamingo Lin Quan Qingbo, a group of light souls dance alone in the rhythmic silence, hatching their own stories. Scattered, silhouettes formed into lines, and lines of free notes disappeared into the sky
Between the cramped aviary, the bloodstained walls have been repainted. However, the occasional strange noise at night still makes the flamingos, who look "cold" during the day, suspicious and huddled tightly together...
