I met the beautiful prostitute Butterfly on the rainy road. She told me her life, a butterfly in spring, a letter in summer, an osmanthus in autumn, a street lamp in winter. Her past and truth also gave me a heavy blow to my hypocritical soul...
Concept: The world is always a circle, and in this circle, suffering and happiness are reversed back and forth. I thought I had no suffering, but the suffering was transferred to others.