When I was not very sensible, I drew random pictures of the world, the earth, apples and oceans on the white walls. After caring about beauty and ugliness, I covered my childhood with maps. Finally, you moved my bookcase bit by bit and placed it in front of my paintings and maps, laughing triumphantly.
"But you blocked my door too." I threw away the gray blue rag in my hand, helpless and furious.
In the end, neither of us could tell the truth.
I was the one who made the first move.
Intention: Being braver is the key to moving forward