EPs | Chia Chen Chiang

In thousands of rivers, the same moon is reflected.

In thousands of stories, the same hope is told.

Under the vast sky, waves of sound and tones of water are rippling, rising, and falling, again and again.

A chance glimpse of the temporarily resting waters;

The silver platter sits still, it is as if your life,

Even in the face of the end of the world, is still unperturbed.

Your noble, elegant and calm face,

Sometimes fervent, sometimes graceful,

Witnessing the river flow transforming from the old tune to a brand new night story,

And guiding those who travel in time and space with its bright light

To a pure and flawless home.

As the sun fades away, the moon quietly takes over the sky.

In the days without sunlight, all things are deformed and qualitatively changed in the eternal calamity.

What remains unchanged is a long variation, like a thunderclap on the curtain of the night.

If we do not know when the sunrise will come, what is the point of “time”?

When the time ends, the "night variation" shall begin.

The air is inflated by the misty night and the illusionary moon, and space is spinning and distorting little by little.

There are no coordinates that allow you to clearly perceive the existence of any individual.

You can only follow the dance and transformation of everything and wait for the dawn.

Will you wait?