小时候，那些未知的世界把生活变得魔幻多彩，你会站在麦场的草垛上伸长胳膊摘几颗星星；你会爬在封冻的冰面上小心翼翼地挖七彩石，光阴流动，突然某一天， 你走入一个陌生的魔方世界，五颜六色的小方块，被过往的路人重组了无数次。你放逐了所有的想像，还无法把这些凌乱的色块变得统一。方会明白，许多事情都存 在于意象之中，你看到了他们的存在，感受到了他们的呼吸，却就是无法触摸。
黎明之前，思绪偶然间歇停顿，你眼前那些飘动的人与物，散去了，一片杂乱的乐园，缺失了所有的记忆。那个躺在海岸边被烧焦变成黑色的玩具摩托，默默地陈述 着自己纷乱的江湖故事，你在它那漆黑的表面上仿佛听到了曾经的雀跃之声，辉煌过后，被抛弃了，被焚烧了，带着一种忧伤的诗意，安静地窝在那里。一切事物都 经历着应该有的辉煌，承受着时间的划痕，保守着生活的秘密。人会老去，事会完结，物会再生。在这样一个静逸的乐园里，发生着一切。

Quiet Amusement Park

Recollect the wonderland of our childhood, an unknown yet fascinating world of color and illusions. Picture yourself scrambling up a haystack to reach for the stars, or digging for precious stones buried in the kaleidoscopic underwater world beneath the surface of the ice. As time goes by, you have ventured into the strange world of the magic cube where ever-rotating colorful squares appear to have a life of their own. You use all your imaginative power to match up the colors, but are unsuccessful, when it suddenly occurs to you that perhaps many things only exist in our imagination. You can see them, feel them breathing, but you cannot touch them.
Visualize the senses melting into a hazy blur when greeting the dawn in the aftermath of an all-night party, when everything becomes a distant memory. Contemplate the poetry of the toy motorbike on the beach, silently telling its own melancholic story. Don’t let its destruction and desertion mask the glorious life it once led. Everything in the world has its days of glory, bears the tests of time, and withholds the secrets of life. Objects, like people, have life spans. Some things however, have the ability to recycle themselves. Everything is changing and developing, anything can happen in the Quiet Amusement Park.