——The camellia that I failed to hand out at the age of seventeen finally became an oath that will never wither in the smoke of gunpowder.
"The poppy fields of the Golden Triangle are the projectors of hell. We are just two grains of ashes colliding in the fire of karma, trying to burn out the lines of the Milky Way."
Intention: "The wire broke at the ninth second, and I realized that falling was a hug that I didn't catch when I was fifteen."