Lost robin My robin, you will never be able to escape me What will happen if a robin yearning for freedom is lost in the fog?
The more you run away, the more I love you. ——Baudelaire's sins are stubborn and our regrets are weak. We actually pay a high price for our confessions. We actually turn back to the muddy road with tears in our eyes with a smile on our face, thinking that we can wash away all our stains with cheap tears—— Baudelaire loves to the extreme, it is crazy. You are too dazzling. There are many people who love you. I stand among them as if weak and pitiful. I want to follow your footsteps and find your footprints. I am afraid that you will be snatched away by others. Everything seems so powerless. You love freedom like an oriole, flying under the scorching sun, pursuing your own freedom regardless of anything.
Concept: To love to the extreme is to be crazy