All living things have a suitable place to grow
Snowfields wrapped in pure silver, endless grasslands, rolling mountains and rivers...
There is infinite freedom and ease in galloping between heaven and earth,
Everything is raw and uncut.
Most humans now live in cities,
The tinted glass reflected in the sun, the sound of whistles one after another, the air mixed with exhaust fumes...
Buried in reinforced concrete is sin, unwillingness, indifference, and darkness
What will you grow into here?
Purpose: You can live your life as you wish, but you cannot follow the crowd.