I have no dreams, I don't know what I like, I don't know what I can do, I always treat things with a three-minute enthusiasm, every time I speak are false words, I don't mean what I mean, I don't want to socialize, I don't want to cause trouble to anyone, so I always act to the outside world, but what is the meaning of such a life...
Intention: I woke up one day and suddenly had this idea. They seemed to be alive in front of me. I couldn't help but look at them and wanted to record their stories.