I came through time as a mosquito, and a slap ended my small, slender, and weak life; he was a creature that looked like a cat but not a cat, a wolf but not a wolf, and a tiger but not a tiger. I gave him my first blood, my first kiss, and my first nudity. My whole body was covered with scars, blood and bones, and my heart was in pain. We shuttled and browsed through the forest, leaving our footprints everywhere, and the animals in the forest also made me feel refreshed, shocked and grateful. And out of the forest, can we still be together? In this era of subversion of beauty and ugliness, will the world let us be together? Subversion or transcendence? Is it a breakthrough or a sinking?