Dear ghost,
My dreams are but simple. It is to conquer the heart of the elves running in the woods. It's to draw an emotion inside my passer-by. It is to write my fun at the wake of dawn. It is everything yet nothing. It is just a ripple in the river, just a sand on the beach, a leaf in the mountain, a comma in the book, and all the trivial nature in the wind.
Yours