The moon waxes and wanes, the tides turn.
The waves breathe the turbulent rhythm, and the seemingly endless water surface is lapping and connecting countless isolated islands, just like you and me.
The genius composer who fell from the altar × the anonymous screenwriter who substituted for the gunman
**Double belly is black!! There is no white rabbit (. It's all an illusion
Maybe it started from the tinnitus that gave him a splitting headache, or maybe it was the stomach cramps that made him unable to write a single section of music. He was used to keeping the curtains closed all day long, and it seemed that the discomfort could be digested for a moment in the dark room.
Until someone walked in and opened the curtains, and the moment the light came in, he saw the figure clearly. But the figure left without staying much longer, and the world returned to darkness.
"Do you need to pretend to be humble and hide behind her? You obviously look down on her, and you can obviously make more on your own."
"Can you write a complete song now? Why not find a gunman to write it and let the gunman earn more."
Love has gravity and everything is unified.
I'm tempted, when will you be tempted?
Intention: Self-save, believe in each other