The flower shop in the south of the city was very strange. There was a mailbox at the door and a yellowed paper airplane. There used to be a string of wind chimes here, which would ring as soon as you entered the door. The sweet ringing was hope. Later, the flower shop closed and the corners of the wall were covered with dust. I accidentally learned that we are born broken and we live to mend them. When you grow up, you must learn to face war and chaos calmly.
Intention: As long as there is light in your heart, the world will not be dark.