I heard that people who like painting will always be lonely.
Because they always look for the source of life they yearn for in paintings,
But this can't happen,
Because the paint in the painting, no matter how bright it is, is dead and withered.
The same goes for people who like to look in subway windows.
Those windows are mostly reflective,
It was pitch dark outside.
You see yourself or others in the reflection.
What a reverse that is.
Just like the person in the mirror,
Looks a lot like you, but moves in the opposite direction.
It's like, another self.
I'm just telling a story. There is no magnificent love, no sympathetic friendship. Just talk about a few subtle feelings and things between people.
About human nature or disease. Deformities in this world and society.