If the world we see does not encounter the discretion of time, if it does not encounter the speed of derailment, if it is not ignited, it will end up like a piece of falling soot, blown into the air, as if it were nothing... Maybe it will always carry the crisp fragrance of camphor trees, and stay in this place closest to summer with a perfect cross-section. "When everyone begins to use interests to measure their relationship with each other, and everyone begins to blindly play different roles for the purpose, everyone becomes a profit-seeking careerist. Because of ambition, you will get what you can't get even if you use any means...