The lens, the honest observer, likes telling any tiny changes on one's face. It is wild with joy when one sees something never sensed before, it is a beautiful reflection of life maturity. It also could be called "getting old" with wrinkles! Anyways, it is exciting enough to be growing outwardly and awakening inwardly at the same time! Guess, there is another person living behind the lens--Erin.

Looking through the deep brown pupils inside of her eyes, there is a secret land in the deepest place. A vigorous tree is standing there assembling all the memories and connecting each of the neurons from different scenes in the past. It is a watchman guarding the most sacred place for the luminous lights which are shining and greening. Besides the tree, a running river lies along the bank. There, music is never called music but named "the water in the river!" There, time is never counted by the needles in a clock but drew on the tree rings by overspreading the greenery lichens. There, on the lichens, bunches of budding orchids are stretching and yawning.

Life is maturing with the awakening eyes in a growing body. Death is walking into the dark tunnel, closing the eyes to discover the real secret land! Been awakening or sleeping, the land is encircling with the wispy flutes up from the sky all the time.