My Poor Egg4
his face was scalded by boiling oil when cooking.
Why I enjoy drawing disordered lines and pattern? Is it some kind of subconscious? Simple Love, complicated self hood.
A pale half year. I lost my way and the hindrance is myself.
What does I fear? The balance between I, him and my parents. The ideal and reality. Will Marriage broke the seeming peace? One day he and I will become "WE".
For him, Marriage is so important to be a pledge.
I know. I want to do so but not now.
How to unify our different value?
Parents said: Be happy, Change yourself.
Waiting so long, he felt heart-broken. My egg4 has the cracks on his eggshell which made by I.
Whoops! Just a marriage!

Plenilune. We enjoy in silence. Sing an old folk song in heart.
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