Not piercing outside, but piercing the throat, blood, life, and the outlet of all desires.
It grows in the softest chest,
But they are sneering at man's powerlessness, man's struggle, and man's deplorability.
People can't spit it out, they can't swallow it, they can't live, they can't die.
This tree,
It's not an external disaster.
It's this city, this darkness, this chess game,
A destiny planted in everyone's throat.
And their stories,
Just want——
Pull out this tree by its roots.
Meng Kan vs Shen Wu
Intention: The first time you really take a breath, the first time you really make a sound, the first time you don't have to swallow a mouthful of blood before you open your mouth.