When I was young, I was a blank piece of paper. I couldn't understand the world's ways. I only knew that right was right and wrong was wrong. How could there be so many twists and turns. But when he grew up, he got mixed up in the muddy water of life and lived in a muddleheaded way. Looking back suddenly, at which step did I start to go astray?
Intent: Ordinary people, sharing of ordinary things