In fact, time is not the greatest healer. It is just that in the torrent of time, we have lost each other and even ourselves have become beyond recognition. It's just that I was so naive and willful that I didn't want to leave that dead child curled up in the corner and become something I hated. I don't want to say silly things like this world doesn't match my dreams, but it's a fact, and I know all I can do is compromise. So when I saw Van Gogh's paintings, those weeping stars, the burning wheat fields, the strong and desperate colors. I feel sorry for him. In fact, loneliness is the background of everyone's life. We can only forget it for a short time, but we can never escape it. But I wish I could meet someone who truly understands me and believes in me. To me, this person can become a world. A person, having insomnia at night, opens his eyes in the dark and hears his own breathing in silence. I shed tears without warning for some illogical dreams. I call them nightmares because I am always on the run or abandoned. Later I realized that everyone's heart must be protected by themselves. People can only hurt the people who really care about them. However, we don't know how to cherish, so we are so unscrupulous towards people who are sincerely interested in us. But I finally learned to let go, let go of others, and actually let go of myself. There are so many unwillingnesses, so many reluctances, so many memories in this world, but there is also so much sadness. ——Xiao Ge, 2016