We are all festering wounds in time, and the dark sunlight embraces us, so that I can see the light shining in the gaps.
Night is an endless shore. I hear the sounds of the world, so it is white.
I met someone in a certain month of a certain year. /In a certain year and a certain month I draw an end to my soul.
Bai Huai x Lin
If we can redeem each other, will the sorrow of the past stop?
Intention: Human beings die under the rules, and the seeds in their arms sprout into sunlight, which suddenly becomes white when it shines at night.