What kind of world is this? Glitz, luxury, confusion, or ruins?
Stability and publicity appear on the same stage, and prison and freedom are entangled in the same place.
Noise, silence. Bright, dark. Be cautious, be bold.
The hell under the water is the heaven in the clouds.
The swaying lights at the beginning of the night, everyone said it was blurry, but in fact it was the only warmth left.