The golden sunshine is scattered on the earth in spots, like biscuits that have been torn apart one after another, lying quietly on the clean earth. It was a shape formed through the forest, like mottled fragments, happily reflecting the love, hatred and hatred in the world. It is also the shape of youth, just like a soul that has not experienced the world yet. In the process of growth, it is broken again and again and sublimated again and again.