Sometime, someday
The dancers going across the empty stage in the twinkling of an eye, all start to breathe as one, open a diary to record the moment.
All actions and phenomena happened, developed and ended now in this space. A drop of water, a grain of sand, a ray of light, a slight stir of wind, a touch of body, an indigo cloud

Music from:Yann Tiersen -《Good Bye Lenin!》