I don't know if the Earth would keep turning without a single person. But I know that without Yang Chi, my world would be a disaster.
Yang's willows sway in the clear breeze, while Chi's waters nourish all things.
Yang Chi is the warm winter sun, the spring drizzle that falls like oil, the gentle summer breeze, and the leaves drifting down at autumn's end.
The seasons turn, year after year. Without Yang Chi, would I still be me?
Theme: The irreplaceable other half of one's life
