The older I get, the more I start to reminisce about the past. The longer I live in a big city, the more I miss the countryside. The chirping of cicadas is rarely heard in the forest made of steel and concrete. When I miss it, I can only search in my memories. Unexpectedly, the heavy rain that night actually sounded the voice of childhood...
Concept: The chaos of life often makes adults forget their inner innocence. When we are running for a living, please don't forget the simple happiness and the original intention.