I think life is full of regrets, and there is layer by layer loss in the process. In the exclamation of loss, I will imagine the existence of parallel time and space. Perhaps in that parallel time and space, the regrets of life will be fulfilled. The picture consists of two frames, which represent the reality and nothingness. Perhaps the real life is full of thorns, and even the flowers in my heart are bleeding, but there is always a time and space that can bloom pure, white and simple flowers.