When we were very young, we always expressed our grievances and sadness with cries and tears. Only when I grew up did I realize that when I cried, it was never because of grievances, but because I would get candy after crying. Once upon a time, we have all forgotten how to cry. Time is like a sharp knife, repeatedly cutting through our fragile skin. Those deep and shallow scars will never be healed by a piece of candy. We live alone like this, with a bumpy road leading to a different life. No one knows how we fill the gaps of youth with sadness that has nowhere to go.
Intention: What makes the journey of love become bumpy for us.