It's a cruel game to have a good picture scroll cut into pieces and then put back together piece by piece.
At first it was exciting, then it was boring, then it was crazy, and finally it was helpless.
In fact, it is a foregone conclusion, life is still life, and when walking into the resting place, the last piece is finally made up.
I'm looking at the scattered fragments.
About family, friendship, love.
Unintentional destruction and ultimate redemption.
The wrongdoings of the previous generation should not be passed on to us.
When everything is shattered and put together again beautifully and completely,
It has also become a puzzle with countless gaps.