At the conference celebration a few years ago, people were still immersed in the exciting programs. A sudden fire turned the laughter that should have been there into heart-rending roars. The roar from the crowd seemed to cut a deep black crack in the sky. The blood-red flames burned the light blue sky red and then smeared it with light gray powder. Some people are desperately looking for scapegoats outside the flames, and some people handcuff themselves the shackles of sin in the flames. From then on, there were no flowers in bloom on the road, only thorns everywhere circling ahead.
Until one day, a young man dressed in white walked in with flowers...
Intention: Youth