The hypothesis that love is gentle, how to refute it, how to tell it, indulge in illusory love, how do you want to live. When love can be easily spewed out of the mouth, when the prayers written in the snow are no longer there, when the morning sun rises the next day, love and snow water are kneaded on the dirty soil, and when you return to your old place to carve a boat and seek a sword, how can you bear to trample on your past and continue to move forward. In this world that is no longer black and white, how do you face life after the age of 18 when you are complicated, confused, and contradictory? You are like a beautiful mistake that descended into this chaotic world. Now that you understand the ending, can you move forward with the fragments of the past, even if it brings pain, even if despair pours out of your torn heart. I hope we can wake up in the morning when we are 18 years old.
Concept: Dependence in chaos, conjecture