Everyone has his own life, some are glamorous, some are shabby, some are well-behaved, and some are unconstrained.
Society seems to be praising success, but no one pays attention to the ordinary. When the sun is shining, no one pays attention to the shadows of everything, and "he" happens to live in the shadows.
Are ordinary people worthy of praise...
Intention: I want to fight against life, I want to praise life. There is no vigorous love here, nor tragic family affection. What is here is just the life of ordinary people.