The light of the kerosene lamp flickered on and off, and he seemed to see the priest reaching out between the light and shadow through the light, and he was moved by this. His beloved, white and red, is above all others. When I was in junior high school, there was a church built during the Republic of China next to the school. Every time I looked at the church spire through the window in the classroom, I couldn't help but think about the stories that had happened there, so I wrote this short text.
Motto: Love never ends