The "people" of Xinjie define you. They know everything about you, but they don't define you. How did you come to be? Who are you? The sky is ours? Are you on our side? Are you and I staring at each other? Do you still recognize me? The people in Xinjie have no ill intentions, they just like you very much. They have no rules but your ideal itself. You are defined by their wantonness.
Concept: Human life is full of mud and ravines d4