Crescent Bay, toast to the bright moon, and countless phantoms. What did we become as we grew up in the 1990s? Is it what we originally wanted it to be, or is it adapting to everything that has become the "needs" of society. A starting point, two extremes, and finally returning to the starting point.
The dream of a "young hero" traveling in the world when he was young, the dream of a "good student" later, the "scientist, writer, thinker" and various "families" later, as well as the "big boss, artistic youth" when he was a boy, and now "become a general manager, become a CEO, enter the Fortune 500" and the us who finally grow up, no matter whether we realize that "dream" and those "dreams" and "thinking" in the end. Still unbeatable!
——When the sand is gathered together to form a tower, it is a place of peace and joy.