It doesn't kill me, it doesn't harm me, it just makes me itchy.
The itch penetrates to the bone marrow and penetrates the soul. It itch to the point where I scratch my flesh, break my bones, go crazy and want to die, and I can't stop.
Grandma said: It itch because she wants to go home.
The Lin family said: I am a lock, a prisoner, and the last door in the world.
I believed, I kept, I used my body as a lock, my soul as a seal, and exchanged eternal pain for peace in the world.
Until the lock broke, the door opened, and Yuan Ying was born.
Only then did I know——
Itching is not missing, it is parasitism.
Returning is not going home, it is joining the world.
To guard is not to protect, but to feed.
I am not a guardian, I am an opener, I am a container, I am a sinner, I am a prisoner who is eternally awake and never freed.
The human world is destroyed, and all things return to silence.
It's just me, and it's just the itch.
The itch has no end, the prison has no end, the sin has no redemption.
