Day and night - constantly interweaving... Replacement - never stop... Every day, it will show two completely different faces. And for me, how many days, or years, have passed? The perception that is deliberately withdrawn, the wantonness that is unintentionally fought. Whoever stretches out his hands, who feels the same, gray embrace as when he came. The time has been shortened, the years have been dimmed, and a heavy veil as thick as the loud cranes in the sky has enveloped the surrounding areas. In the blurry world and silent images, I finally felt a sense of peace.