My name is Yi. I have been in the United States for many years. I vaguely remember the excitement when I first set foot on American territory. At that time, I was a simple student and came to study only. A few years later, the bitterness of beer stimulated my taste buds, and I could almost understand the meaning of the famous saying from “Beijingers in New York”. Heaven and hell, a line of separation, a thought of the difference. A choice makes a different world. Some of the past will become heart demons if I hold back for a long time. I am still full of yearning for my future, and definitely won’t let my heart demon destroy myself. So it’s better to release it with words, kill and crush it.