Years are always mixed with drunkenness, shaking through my fingers, and what is painful is that it roughly leaves traces on my hands. Those people once picked up my hands and ran forward, making me temporarily forget the palm lines in the warm palms, filled with injuries and pain... And their departure is carving a deep ravine to carry the unknown emotions in the future...
These words are reflections on the joys and sorrows of life, and these stories describe the miracle of love multiplying in sorrow.