Behind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun set over unfamiliar mountains, or coffee in a luxurious cafe , set to the background music of Clara Schumann .
Under the fat orange candy cloud , at the topest floor of hotel linen , a beautiful lady sat on a corner table . The beautiful orange sun Ray's were beaming on her pretty face , passing through the transperent glass wall .
Aside the bustling city down, the sky above was peaceful , calm , which could clear one stormy brain into a calm ocean .
Lost in the depth of the mesmerizing beauty , the world around her slowly disappeared.
Looking at the lonely sky , she said inwardly ,
