In this noisy and bustling city with busy traffic and people coming and going, how many people will stick to their original aspirations, and how many people will lose themselves. At sunrise, people, demons and monsters all put on masks and disguise themselves in order to make themselves look more "normal" and not be out of tune with the people around them. Day after day, year after year, silkworm chrysalises turn into cocoons, and the elderly grow old. Everything that seems peaceful has actually been undercurrent...
Intention: If I can't wake up in the dark, then let me fall asleep at dawn
