"The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the missing people are still at first. Who can see the secluded people coming and going alone, the misty and solitary shadows.
Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret. Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold. "
——Su Shi's "Divination"
In this life where conspiracy and love and hate are equally divided, in this intertwined feast of protection and harm, we are all flowers blooming on the edge of destruction and freedom, struggling hard, and all the youth cannot bloom, so we die before we love.