There's a violence in the act of making.
Security is always excessive until it's not enough.
云朵飘飘,萦绕着我的车轮;疾风飒飒,吹掠着我的车旗。缤纷连绵,昏昏暗暗又朦胧,倏忽之间,惚惚回到了故乡。