That year, we wore hospital clothes and planted roses in the back garden of the hospital...
Xiao An is always clamoring to be a free man, but I just want to stay in Ward 602, watch Xiao Jing busy every day, and look at the four seasons outside the window. Maybe I don't understand Xiao An. I like my days in Ward 602 very much.
If love, hate, anger, and delusion are all guilty, then I must be guilty.
Intention: May everyone's love, hate, anger and ignorance have a place to rest.