Jiang Shimeng, who suffered from "depression", looked at his confused and helpless predicament, and fell into deep self-entanglement. The drowned fish, withered sunflowers, and the thin morning light gradually merged with his fantasy. When self-rejection and self-loathing drove him to a desperate situation, a broken ray of sunlight shone into the last crack of the iron house, and he was like a displaced seed that found the soil that enveloped him. He no longer embraces the cold snow in winter, there will be a warm embrace to block everything for him.
Intention: There is always someone waiting for you in the future