Sometimes I feel like floating life is like a glass doll spinning on a music box. As big as the stage is, the world beneath your feet is only as big as it is. The brightness and dimness of the lights could not illuminate the vastness of the world around her. The stage she has no choice in, her only world, enlarges as everyone enters and shrinks as they leave. The more people enter, the more her world expands; conversely, the more people leave, the more the world shrinks. Her spinning, jumping, and no matter how gorgeous her meditations are in her life, she still cannot escape from her limited world. Even after going through these repetitions in her life, her world has become narrower than before. And in such a narrow life, she repeated her spin alone. Until one lives and one dies...