Tie me to a high platform, trap me in the cold winter, make me a treasure, and abandon me in the dark. ——Yu Zhuyan
Are people born with responsibilities? I came into this world obviously naked. I am a lock exchanged for profit, I am a treasure exchanged, I am imprisoned on a high platform for carving, I cut off the edges and corners for gentleness, what is the difference between me and a piece of jade that is a dead thing?
I fell into a deep dilemma. People who love me and people who don't love me share the same rhetoric. What is love?
I'm stuck, who will save me?
I was born with inner demons, I escaped from hell, I stepped on thorns, and the blood that flowed out grew into my new edges and corners...
Intention: Maybe if you wait a little longer, the silent light will shine