SAUDADE

SECOND THEME

Longing to Go

Becoming The Wind

Sometimes when I look up at the sky, I see birds flying in groups. 
How free are those birds? Even if they are only going on a set path. 
Only if I could be that wind passing through the trees, I could rush to my Hometown. 
In my imagination, I become a bird and the wind, searching for my memory’s yearnings.