She used her first camera to film a suicide by jumping into a river, and my desperate attempt to save myself. From then on, I seemed to be caught back in a nightmare by a ghost, and I could never escape the prison I was in when I was five years old.
She used a second camera to capture a deliberate approach and prove my innocence. I heard a faint voice buried in the ruins, like sparks that flickered on and off. It spoke of friendship, justice, and violence.
I don't have a camera, just a pair of silent eyes. I saw fire burning in every heart and rain in every pair of eyes. A series of events caused by a murder finally connected from dot to line. As an outsider, I held the trigger in my hand to change the track of the train.
Intention: Even if you are an insect, you will run towards the fire of justice in your heart
