Let all the sinful things that forever shackle me die in the cold snow, let all the dirty things that pollute me forever be covered with acrylic colors, please indulge me, throw away the unbearable and sad, and pave the road to the future with countless past me. I will step on the corpses of the past, return to the starting point of the disaster, break up with misfortune, and leave with freedom.
We are free! Free!
Intention: growth