This is a dull story. It is the story of the protagonist and their friends, HE, feel free to read it.
"I feel like I will never live a normal life. The things I get are thrown away or thrown away, and the things I want to throw away can never be thrown away cleanly. My life is made up of these."
When I was discouraged, I met a man.
He carefully put everything about me, the good and the bad; the stubborn and valuable; the brave and the cowardly; everything about me, he carefully put it into a flannel box, sealed it completely, and placed it in a corner with a suitable temperature, allowing it to grow freely.
He is not my savior, to be precise, he is my vision of an unknown tomorrow before I go to bed.
I like to get wet in the rain, but you don't like to hold an umbrella. Do we think this is a good match?
Concept: Everyone is performing a unique autobiographical documentary film.