If life must have meaning, then it seems that we have lost the control of our own life. After standing on the beach and shouting twice, he knelt down and cried bitterly. He had no idea about life and was not afraid of death. Why was he still alive? He asked himself. After living for twenty-two years, he felt that he had family, friendship, and love, but unspeakably, he felt that all of them were meaningless. When the last ray of light in the sky passed away, a man beside him stopped and stretched out his hand to him, "Follow me?" Shiran raised his hand and looked desperately into the man's eyes, with a hoarse voice: "Where are we going? Look at the dark side of this world? Look at the bright spots of this world? Let me run for the rest of my life busy? Let me kill time in busyness? What's the point? Can you tell me?" The two of them looked at each other like this, and finally Shiran answered his own question, "You don't know either."
Concept: A pessimistic world