When I was young and ignorant, I always wanted to grow up quickly, because then I could escape the shackles of my family, be unrestrained and free.
Time has passed, and finally we have grown up, but everything has been messed up by ourselves, and the shackles we longed to break away from have finally become the harbor we longed for.
Rebellion and obedience were quietly recorded by the snow elf.
Today, winter has come and snow has come, and my true hope has been returned to her...
Intention: Sometimes the escape we long for and the freedom we pursue are often cloaked in hazy phantoms. If you tear it off, you will find that what you actually want is happiness and you know it.