We often talk to others about other people, how much is xxx's salary, xxx is domestic violence, xxx has a fetish for cross-dressing... In the fast era, the speed of obtaining information is often instantaneous. We are more likely to receive all kinds of information from the outside world without thinking or distinguishing. It seems to be much richer and more exciting than the life in the past, but when I think about it carefully, I find that there are no traces left in my mind. As the days pass, it seems that there are always invisible hands pushing us forward, walking without purpose or direction. How long has it been since I took a break and thought about who I am? Where am I from? Where will I go?
Have I ever known myself well?
I love him, I don't know why, it's just love.
Do you... Believe in love?