She was in her twenties, probably when the story of her life had just begun, and she should have been full of vigor and rising towards the sun, but at the same time, some strange thoughts were always clinging to her ears, as well as a bunch of nagging words. The recipient of these words showed that she was a typical "neglecter" who often left passive listeners scratching their heads.
As the days passed, people around her were embedded in the "dragnet" one after another. Everyone's mood was like hide and seek, and she couldn't figure it out. She was too lazy to care about others. "She" itself was a complicated existence. In fact, she probably had unclear self-awareness. In short, many issues about "her" were indeed worthy of discussion.
The birth of "her" problem can be traced back to a cry while standing on her head. Every day since then, the world belongs to her, and the scenery and objects that pass before her eyes, even for a moment, deepen her sense of contradiction. The more she investigates, the more complex and full her perception of self, life, and love becomes. Is this a good thing or a bad thing for her?
Concept: individuality, confidence, exploration