The True God Who Fell into the World

There are always some memories that we choose to bury deeply, not because we forget them, but because the pain is too real. There is always a past event that we don't want to touch, just because uncovering the scars requires not only courage, but also an explanation of past sufferings. For me, "My Wasted Years" is not a creation, but a belated surgery. What the scalpel is aimed at is my own wasted years, the footsteps of a generation of doctors staggering forward in the torrent of the times, and the soul that has been torn countless times but struggled to be stitched back together again and again in the cracks between ideal and reality, perseverance and decadence, dedication and calculation...