Marriage of the Abyss: Twelve Years of Pain and Awakening

When marriage was reduced to a "shadow between light and dark", countless late-night gasps became evidence of guilt - I used "unsatisfactory" to tighten myself, until I re-read Lu Xun's "Weeds": The trampled weeds will eventually testify that pain is the tempering of the soul, not a shame. After 12 years of trekking into the abyss, I tore off the label of "fragility" and boiled the criticism into light: just like the dead rain turning into lonely snow, we will eventually raise our spear in the array of nothingness and let the light shine through the cracks in the abyss.