The id，full of untamed，primitive, wild power，just like volcanic eruption, splashing waves, roaring tigers and dragons. See the world through the id，just as light passing through water. The moral bondage of all things is hidden. There is only the cosmic order rotating .There is no measure roughly, no judge, no shame，just like the wind blowing through the valley, just like the moon on the treetops, just like the tides rise and fall. At this moment, from the sound of silence, the speechless beauty appear.
