In a strange city, a group of familiar and strange people, real or fake, good-natured or malicious, come and go one by one. Wandering like clouds, meeting, leaving, expecting, and becoming independent. My boss will paint a cake for me and then give me a job after painting; my friends will look for a partner, today it will be you, tomorrow it will be him; the world is full of all kinds of suggestions, with their own purposes behind them. No matter what he has, I am just a cloud. Once I experience it, I will write it down. Maybe I'll forget about it tomorrow~
Intention: A wandering cloud, remember one thing every day