It's not scary to go through time, but I'm afraid that I'll be penniless and useless. Looking at the mountains of lumber in front of me, Meng Sheng just wonders why he wanted to go on a rampage in the first place.
We always look forward to the future in our fantasies, but when we finally reach the future, we recall the sadness and pain of the past. The frivolity and rebellion of my youth are gradually smoothed away by every storm. I only hope that there will be a place for me in this world.
Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly seems real and illusory, yes or no. Who is floating in the dream in this life? Those past people and things can only remain in memories and feel alone in despair.
Concept: growth, transformation, ancient style, love