I am a______, a______. If it is possible, I wish I wish my paintings could be clean and soft, and construct chaos with absolute order. Burning in silence, like a bright cold flame, soundlessly, and eternally falling down. Although everyone's ______is not exactly the same, the memories are filled with regret, ______and panic. They are fragmented, ______, and blurred. For me it is a ______ without reading order, or a removed page from a ______. The _______through their self-consciousness and _______, and even ______, go on to become collaborators in the production of the meaning of the work.