The trivial pictures in my mind, strung together bit by bit with a line, become a short period of time for one character after another. These years are worth recording in my rough sentences, and this is the best effort I can make for these pictures in my mind.
Maybe there really is another world, and some of the pictures that suddenly come to mind are the deeds they are working hard on or have worked hard in the past.
I want to record a small part of the stories of these strangers that I have connected together.
Concept: The ending of the article is never the ending of the characters, but preference always exists.