The road is so smooth and white.
I run bare feet on such a smooth surface.
I take a picture of the tranquil and serene scene.
The mountain in the background, witness to the passage of time.
The tall protruding green trees above the sudden rolling mist. Alas,
the street is empty. I wonder what happened to all the people I knew.
Perhaps they are resting in peace. What does this dream mean?
Perhaps I am running towards my final resting place.