I don't know if the earth would turn around without one person. But I know that without Yang Chi, my world will be a disaster.
The breeze from the willows and the water from the pond moisten everything.
Yangchi is the warm sun in winter, the oily drizzle in early spring, the slow breeze in summer, and the fluttering fallen leaves in late autumn.
All year round, the seasons fly by. In the years without Yang Chi, would I still be me?
Purpose: The indispensable other half of life