In here, I spread the seeds of multicultural love, peace, dance, and song. From Asia to America to the whole world, from the origin of human history to today, from little things to great ones. Visible and invisible, looking for the gold vein of underground in languages, picking well ripened fruits, living as a fisherman of this land is very fun. Multiculturalism might be the ideal of human pursuits, as humans are not just single celled and have not just one sense of taste. Autumn times come down slightly, seducing the green climax of summer and color of nature. The sky gets dark. Maybe the weather will change. | A Multicultural Song that I Sing Alone by Bo Kyung Kim, Hardcover | Indigo Chapters