From the moment I was born, I knew I was not the protagonist of this world.
I'm just one of many people.
An inconspicuous wave in the long river of history,
Tiny crumbs among thousands of stars,
The wind passing by in ordinary life,
It seems like he can disappear into an inconspicuous corner of this world at any time.
But whenever I feel disappointed and want to run away,
It seems that there is always someone shining, waving, and approaching me...
Intention: Your pessimism and nihilism are not mistakes, but answers.