In the dream, the smoke was filling, and I walked towards a mottled forest. The deep lake called me. I walked over and kept throwing stones, trying to throw them into the glass basin in the lake...
After I lost my memory, I built a teahouse deep in the woods, near mountains and rivers.
A pot of tea, you can taste human stories
They say that our love cannot be tolerated by others. Who put the shackles on it? …
Even an invincible general is ecstatic when encountering that kind of relationship and regards it as a treasure, but the ending is often not what people want...
What about me? Even if we know the arrangement of fate, only one of you and I can remain. We should also firmly join hands and cherish each other. …
Concept: Portraits of people