In the past few years, I have been telling myself to let go. Are there not many moments like this? Not once was successful. Now that things have come to this, I can't describe my feelings. The whole person is clear and heavy, floating and groggy. This feeling seems to have been engraved in my life, becoming my breathing and breathing, a habit, a recurring dream and an uncertain future. Five years can wait. What about the next ten or twenty years?
Intention: pure love, the courage to pursue love.