There is warmth in the battlefield filled with smoke, and kindness in the heart twisted by love. If we stay in decay for a long time, we often forget the beauty of the world. The rotten flesh crawling with parasites is you, and the mud that is trampled on is also you. Light is curved when it is refracted into water. It turns out that when clean meets clarity, it will also be curved, but it is not ugly, it is the most beautiful curve in the world.
Intention: Maybe all sins will become natural if they are named in the name of love, but the law will not let any disobedient go.