Paper cranes cannot fly, but they still yearn for the sky.
Roses have thorns, but they still long for hugs.
The chaotic world is like a pool of muddy water, but there are still people trying to fish in troubled waters.
The society that looks bright and beautiful on the surface has an undercurrent surging behind it.
"Just let me stir up this muddy water."
Later, the wind blew away the fog and the light penetrated the dark clouds.
With the help of the wind, the paper crane felt the freedom of flying for the first time.
Under the illumination of the light, the rose felt the warmth of the embrace for the first time.
However, in uninhabited corners, sparks gradually spread.
Intention: resistance, contradiction, beauty