Dream of Bhutan. 不丹的夢。
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.