Since I was a child, I have dreamed of flying freely in the blue sky like a bird, carefree, flying farther into the sky little by little. However, reality is often the opposite. Life cannot be controlled by oneself; death cannot be controlled by oneself. I thought I was abandoned by the world, but in the end I found that I seemed to have given up on the world too...
Concept: In this modern city, what should we choose?