I once thought that silence meant being sensible and giving in meant being meek.
It wasn't until the rainy night when my parents passed away that my eldest brother's eyes and the younger brother's back finally made me understand.
Silence is a sin.
Home has become the most familiar foreign land. I live on the edge of our shared destiny, and my heart gradually freezes.
Later, he showed up.
He stared at my desolation silently through the lens.
He didn't want to dissect my pain, he just said softly:
"Xie Ling, my lens wants to be the first ray of light that shines into your world."
In the long cold winter, the first ray of sunshine shines on me.
_______________________
Concept: Every lonely soul is waiting
