Making a drawing, making a painting, making a movie, making a song, with one thing in mind. Why? What is your gift? 

Where is your gift? Is there a way to live forever? How can I kill my ego? How can I crave fear? How can I be a service? 

What are we adding to mankind through our work?

Light purple texts: Leaning on you. As a child, I always thought that my mother's thighs were big. What I didn't know as a child was that when my mum and I were chatting in bed and digging out my earwax, I was also entering an 

unexpected and wonderful world. It was a place where we could fall asleep,laugh, heal, plant hope, and bow our 

heads in gratitude. Before we go to sleep, let's lean together quietly and keep the warmth of home in our hearts. Say 

thank you to those who wait for us, with love, we have a shore to rely on, fearless of the stormy waves outside. Our lifeis also the kind of thing that can not be explained, also illogical. But the only thing that is deeply disturbed is the mind, so don't think about it, don't think about it, just let it happen.

Dark blue texts: Today is the 15th day, no need to pay attention to what happened before the 15th day, no need to 

pay attention to the past. The glorious world will one day fall. A world where only mankind is uniquely prosperous 

will one day fall.

Purple texts: Sadly, I'm not as unconditionally affectionate as I used to be these days. I’m very grateful to him for 

giving birth to me and making money off of me and I think he knows I’m truly grateful but at this point he's also lost 

time with me. He lost my interest in him and almost everything else. Family is included in that “almost everything”. 

Just admit it, as far as my relationship with her is concerned we were each other’s only best friend for many years 

because I always cherished her so much, but that’s true now that I’m no longer an indispensable presence to her.

Light Blue texts: Maybe she's tired of being my confidante, it doesn't work as well as it used to at this point anyway. 

We've all grown up,and each of us is being chased by everyday life. Of course, we’re not in high school anymore, and 

cutting me off has, needless to say, become an internal wound for me, not a shallow one at that. She wasn’t in my life 

anymore but she was always there. All in all, I'm not doing well and I'm losing confidence in myself. I'm so sorry, but 

writing makes me feel like I can be very honest with myself, and by focusing on writing, I can completely forget about 

everything else that’s going on.

Cyan texts: I still want to really go down this road no matter what. I don’t know much about painting, but when I 

look at it with my eyes, draw and write with my hands, I can feel something very strong and similar to my state of 

mind. I hope that my works can be seen by others in some way. I think it's a beautiful thing not to believe in 

something others have told you. Am I possessed by an evil spirit? I can't explain, I can’t seem to get rid of it, and 

every day I am filled with deep sorrow. Time that has passed away has turned into a long sharp fibre piercing through 

my heart. The silent pain came as a column of water that froze my spine. The pain remained in my heart with the same 

intensity. It was as if I had stopped breathing.

Dark green texts: Then I closed my eyes tightly and suffered the pain in silence. Maybe that day I could finally 

accept everything. At the bottom of my soul I understood that the human heart and life are not only united by harmony. 

Instead, they are deeply united by hurt and wound. They are connected by pain, by vulnerability and fragility. There is 

no peace without a cry of grief, no absolution without blood on the ground. There is no face that I have not lost through 

pain, and that is what I am crying for, and that is what I am embracing. This is what is at the root of true reconciliation. 

I am crying in complete silence, if it is convenient, can you hold me? Warm me. I believe that my grandma and some of 

the lost souls really continue to live in various places.

Orange texts: Looking forward to the figure of mutual embrace, it does not matter what anyone think. Now at this 

moment, here, we must embrace each other’s skin as much as possible, to stick close, we must expel the evil spirits. 

Perhaps it is for this purpose that I myself have met different destinies. To find the one it may take a long time, how 

long? How long is “a long time”? How long is a long time to be close to each other? I don't have the self-confidence of 

a woman, and part of me left my family to protect myself. Whether or not I, and my life, will be saved is another 

question, and I've missed a lot of people in the process.

Red texts: For my own convenience, I have deeply hurt many people who have given so much to me. I'm very 

timid and ashamed of myself, but I think everyone has done their part in their own lives. And in the long run, even if 

we made different judgements and chose different actions at the time, even if we had bitter feelings, we could still end 

up in the same place as we are now. I have always felt this way. I have never believed that anyone would like me 

because I have a boring face. I may have a problem with my brain, and it's still a mystery whether I have anything 

like a personality or not. I may have hurt people around me without realising it, and I may have hurt myself in the 

process.

Black texts: Drugs? How dare can you say that stuff works? It's just a mental comfort.

Light Purple texts: Relationships have never been a matter of courtesy.