Turn over the Clouds with Your Left Hand, Cover the Rain with Your Right Hand

They each drew two pictures on the white paper, one intersecting line and one parallel line. He said that the moment of intersection is like a splendid moment of passion, which makes people addicted. He said that compared to a moment of indulging, he loves parallel lines that seem to have no intersection. At least, we are all opposite each other, forever... When he's about to catch him, when he's about to turn around Hear a confession like a parallel line: "On two independent tracks, I choose to be parallel lines without intersection, looking at each other from a distance; in a space of solitude, gnawing on my own monologue, seriously forgetting the expectations of another sky..."