The world is interpreted by bustling neon lights, which naturally makes people ignore the beauty of nature;
What interprets this world is the ugliness behind the beauty. Everyone's heart is lost in the noisy lust of the city;
What tells about this world is the calculation behind a friendly face. People lose their original selves due to desire...
It's just that it's not terrible to ignore the beauty of nature, lose your heart, and lose yourself. What's terrible is that you can't find it all.
Why is it all in vain in the end? Is hatred really not everything, just the beginning?