Withered grass all over the mountains and plains, indifferent people all over the mountains and plains, lonely souls struggling in pain in the world, who is the perpetrator and who is the redeemer? Every human entanglement is cured and self-healed by the unquenchable indignation. However, there is always a haze that cannot be removed, combined with the mist of dawn, peeling off layers. The evil that shines directly into the pupils can no longer satisfy the desire to survive. The white frost that spreads, grows and nourishes poisons the next person. The scorching sun is always above the head. There are no strict boundaries in the world of pain and melancholy. In essence, you and I are just prisoners being stared at...
Intention: The world is in trouble