Every time I believe I've finally found my place, someone always comes up to me and says, "Go away! You shouldn't be here." I mean, I would always feel that way.

The writing on the shirt appears to be Chinese characters.

But this is always an assumption, I can only be myself. Everything that changes becomes part of you, and no one can get rid of it.

Sometimes, the reason that supports me to live is to give up all my present life, all my present identity, to go to a completely strange place, to become a "new" person, I am no longer myself.

I love your face, weathered by the trials of life, admiring the desolation, despair, silence, and self-pity, with ‘endless vicissitudes embedded within.’ This is what remains when stripped of carnal desires and pleasures, and it represents the most touching part of humanity.

This is exactly the kind of winter scenery I love.❄️

Thank you. Have a good day.

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