On the ruins, everything is ruined.
Until I discovered that I could hear the "cry" of garbage.
The crying plastic bottle wants to be turned into a water purification device,
The wailing scrap metal longs to become a protective shield,
Desperate circuit boards pray for a new lease of life.
So I became the "listener" of the wasteland,
Turn tears into miracles and despair into hope.
But when the sorrow of the world comes from the deepest ruins,
Only then did I understand - this collapsed world itself,
They are the biggest "waste" waiting to be rescued.
