In the world illuminated by the bright sun, red and black alternate between eyelids. I dare not open my eyes but cannot avoid them. Society is a melting pot, where day and night, gains and losses, the interlocking rolling time is like a huge mudslide, tempting to suck in those who are full of illusions about beauty, and ruthlessly throw out those who are lost and humiliated in the vanity fair. It was busy again and again, but there was only unwillingness to fight, no feeling of pity.