Maybe many lives are the same. When you think life has just begun, you find that you no longer have the ability to choose. Dreams appear in various stories, but none of them belong to you, and the self slowly dissolves in reality, and even loses the ability to move forward. I hope to use a story that is very similar to love to tell the story of a person's growth, a person's failure, and how a person should move forward when his innocence is lost.