Their love, like Monet's paintings, with bright colors and gentle brushwork, looks incredibly beautiful.
But only they themselves know what kind of scars and bloodstains are hidden under those layers of colors.
It was a trial called a "suspended sentence."
The outcome of the trial has already been written.
However, they are still waiting.
Wait until the time is up.
When that day comes, the illusion of tenderness will be completely torn apart, and all love and hate, crime and punishment will be exposed under the sun, with nowhere to hide.
Intention: When people, in the midst of short-term freedom and the fear of losing it at any time, re-examine life, take responsibility, and look for opportunities for self-salvation, what will you do?
