In this horse farm world, the gloomy clouds on a cloudy day serve as a natural curtain, casting a quiet filter over everything. The rider and the piebald horse stroll slowly, and the gravel ground emits a soft rustling sound, as if time is gently sighing. The old stables stand quietly, with their red tiles and wooden fences hiding stories precipitated by time. In the distance, the white horse and its figure blur into another leisurely silhouette. The air is filled with the smell of grass clippings and horse manes. There is no noise, only the tenderness of the horse and the human companion. Every step is taken in tranquility, soothing the heart to be perfectly flat. Let the thoughts follow the horse’s hooves, slowly wandering in this world, indulging in this undisturbed, unique romance that belongs to the horse farm.
