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The snowfall when she was twelve years old buried her for the rest of her life. I don't know how many times a person has to die before he can truly learn to live. She lost her parents, Ayun, and Ji Mingyun. Later she went to Aleppo and saw more than a hundred names on the basement wall - people he had tried to remember. She knelt there and read each sentence one by one. Read until dawn. I often wonder how long a person's life can be remembered. Those who died in the war, those who have no voice, those who are afraid of being forgotten. She lives for them. See the light of this world for them. When she was thirty-six years old, she stood on the top of Victoria Peak to watch the sunrise. When the sun rose, she touched the ring on her hand and whispered: Mingyun, I witnessed your coronation. Living is the only winner. "Witness Your Coronation" War Aesthetics × World Peace Living is the only winner in life.

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