There is something inexplicably sad about the tall buildings standing in the center of the city. They are commercialized and profit-oriented.
The models on the T stage were wearing heavy makeup, walking on the stage with expressionless expressions, and then posing in various poses.
Fashion stores take five or six photos of models every season.
Like the four seasons. Constantly changing and alternating.
They face each other's bond, each other's hatred, each other's love, each other's conflict...
They understand the so-called destiny, the so-called reason, the so-called happiness, the so-called maturity...
Those so-called beauties. Sometimes, just a moment of warmth.
But they kept going.
Even if it is a season with forever zero degrees, or an abyss.