*The writing is white and nonsense
The dusty wheels of the passing tricycle crushed the fruits that rolled in from nowhere.
The bare branches were hung with transparent plastic bags floating from a distance.
"I/I don't want this for myself!"
"Even if I eat a super bitter lime, even if it's rotten and smelly... As long as I can scold it."
"I love everything I choose"
Intention: As long as there is a soul, the thin cage will always be torn apart