People are like flowers, growing from the same branch and blooming from the same stem. When the wind blows, they fall. Some land upon a grassy mat; others beside a heap of filth. What happens when someone standing high among the clouds meets someone mired in the mud...
Lin Moying: I am a filthy person, yet my heart longs for a purity I can never touch.
(Though filth longs for purity, it is also terribly afraid of it.
True purity does not fear filth, because even when stained by filth, it remains pure.)
Fan Danhe: If you desire anything, you will suffer, even if that desire is the tiniest and most insignificant thing...
Theme: Exploring emotions
