When he was eighteen years old, white clothes, red ropes, and golden beads shook away the next ten years of Bai Yu's life.
He thought it was spring. He didn't know that butterflies only live in spring.
Baiyu used 3,000 kilograms of onions, 100,000 bowls, and 1,000 overnighters from the convenience store. Another person would have had a bright future. I got cigarette butts burned on the back of my neck and on my thighs. Blood blooms into flowers, scabs form rivers.
He tattooed the graffiti he had drawn for a month on his body - wings covering the scars, eyes scanning the sky.
This is the story of a man who spent ten years burning himself to ashes and then using the ashes to draw wings.
It was also another person who flew eight round-trips from London just to pick up a pound that had been blown down by the wind in a bar in New York.
Messiah, the Savior among Christians. He said to himself, love is an angel guarding you.
About love, about unworthiness, about those seeds that you think will sprout but are actually already dead, at that moment return to the beginning...
Intention: love