The world is filled with restlessness, and everyone is eager to be liberated from their shackles.
Yan Zhi hated this world so much that people always crawled at its feet. She disdained to be complicit in it, but she had to smooth her edges to blend in with the world.
Yanzhi didn't want to be a conspicuous drop of water in the sea. In a spring when the warm wind came for the first time, she decided to end her hypocritical and absurd life. When she really stood on the verge of death, someone pulled her back. He was like a gust of wind passing over the sea, contaminated with turbidity but clear.
He is the disobedience of this world.
He calls and speaks.
The beginning of the text comes from Nietzsche, with some cuts.
Write slowly, short and long.
Purpose: Only by sharing the same frequency can we resonate
