There is no road in the world. When more people walk on it, it becomes a road.
I play countless roles on this road, but my true identity is a passerby.
My name is Passerby. It's strange that this name feels strange yet familiar at the same time.
From being simple and kind, to gradually becoming cold and heartless. I think this is what passersby should do. From the three years of junior high school to graduation from high school, and then to college, each of the stories was realized in a coherent manner during this period.
I have also loved, hated, believed, regretted, and even understood. Helpless, no, helpless. But when I think about it carefully, I feel relieved that things will eventually pass. I am a passerby in life, and in reality too.
On a chair in the park, in the auditorium on the stage, in the radio studio, in front of the computer desk in a fanatical Internet cafe, in a serious awards ceremony, in the seat to my right...
Stories come one after another, waiting for the perfect witness from passers-by.
Concept: Life can be seen but cannot be touched or changed