Cheng Yan was 26 years old and died this year. A heavy rain, a car accident. The car and the person rolled down the winding mountain road together and were torn apart... I watched the ambulance whirring away, and then whirring away; I watched myself being sent alone to a cemetery in the suburbs; I watched the man I had loved for six years getting married, with all the guests and friends; he drifted with the wind... The fragmentary consciousness that remained in his soul recalled this short life, which was terrible and extremely sad. "If... If I could do it again, I would definitely not live like this, right? At least I would live with my eyes open..."
Concept: Rebirth, no abuse, sweet pet