Faced with a confession to herself, Miri needs a way to be sincere.
The weather suddenly turned cold, as if there was no hope for life in this indifferent city. For people who have been living in memories, wrapped in Zen clothes, change is just a inevitable pattern. Unable to achieve detachment, entangled in love and hate, huddled up, with no future and no way out, only endless fear. The old age that has entered the youth in vain is undoubtedly a kind of painful emotion bubbling. The insecurity is focused on the strings that are both bright and sad, and the desolation of not being able to belong has fallen into a burden. At a loss