Life greets us in its most original form, but we always only see the emptiness and desolation behind it.
In this age filled with desire and struggle, anger and laughter, tears and sweat, goodness and evil, what we get is always loneliness.
When the tears evaporate into soda and settle in the sky called memory, the sadness and pain inside are nowhere to be found.
When youth has gradually begun to turn yellow, when years have begun to shrink, we who have laughed and cried can only be engraved in the museum of time, witnessing our past existence to passers-by.