He stood on the gently floating ship, looking at the golden harbor in the distance, with endless desolation in his eyes. The seagulls are wailing, the waves are roaring, and the hustle and bustle of the world covers the illusion that can only be clearly seen in dreams. Like an angry and roaring beast, it corrodes the simple and sincere heart, but it always seems so harmonious, even though it is often very stubborn and tenacious.