I tried to stand above my head, suspended at the source of the thirty-nine years of time that I had walked through in a hurry, as if I could see a little boy running in the endless fields. I didn't speak, I just watched silently. It was like watching a movie without a director. I was not the only protagonist. I was just a symbol, an identity, and a representative.
Concept: Pure feelings, besides love, what else is there?