像夢一様，這個地方。
像夢一様，這段旅程。
醒來後，記憶是如此不真切。
而我，沒有愛上它。
像夢一様，那良善親和的人民。
像夢一様，那無盡的綠草平原。
像夢一様，那靈氣流動的山檒。
像夢一様，那餘音繚繞的梵音。
但我，並沒有愛上它。
夢就是夢，人怎麼能愛上夢境？
它的神話是如此美好而荒誕。
神話裡的幸福只能存在於神話裡。
凡人的幸福才能存在於凡間。
而我，如何能愛上它。
到不丹一年。紀念。
Like a dream. This place. Like a dream. This journey. After wake up, memory is so unreal. However, I did not fall in love with it.
Like a dream. Those kind people. Like a dream. The endless plains. Like a dream. Those mountains where air flow is strong. Like a dream. Those sound of Sanskrit lingers in the air. But I did not fall in love with it.
A dream is a dream. How can one fall in love with a dream?
Its myth is so wonderful and absurd. The happiness of myth can only exist in mythology. The happiness of man can exist in the mortal world. And how I could fall in love with it?
Anniversary for having been to Bhutan.