When you're 17 years old, you want to see a picture of a painting, and you think about it in your head for a long time, but you can't see anything.

Now, when you finally see it, you can't bear to read it.

Maybe the picture is too beautiful, or maybe it's not enough.

I desperately want to go to the other side, pick the frost and snow, bathe in the warm sun, praise him, and boast about it.

Description, incomparable beauty.

Eventually, however, I stood in a foreign land.

#灯火辉煌在彼岸・You're in another country#

-- The Seventh Shackle.2016.04.27