Bearing a Tiger in the Heart, Sniffing Roses
Remembering the busy days of daily life, but the days without masks were also very relaxed.
An endless list of tasks and a never-ending burden of worries; even without masks, life was still fulfilling.
People's hearts are hard to gauge, words must be spoken with caution, but I wouldn't even dare to step out without a mask; whom would I speak to?
Ivan, trapped in a gilded cage, 'cannot breathe' – the mask also makes this oppressive January feel even longer.
Spring's footsteps this year are moving slowly, and the mask cannot hide your melancholy gaze.
It's alright, spring, take your time. The sunlight outside is warm and gentle, and the air is fresh with the scent of rapeseed flowers.
On days without masks, the songs on the grasslands flow like a river!
Smelling roses, a fragrant heart.
On days without masks, the songs on the grasslands flow like a river!
