She thought it was her first time here, but she had been there a long time ago. At this moment, she was sitting quietly on the floor, next to the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling that everything was so unreal. She put her arms on her knees, and then rested her chin on her wrists. The cool touch on the soft skin proved the reality of this moment. Yes, it's real, but does it feel real? Does it have to be right if you feel it? She heard someone calling her name downstairs, she stood up and saw him in the sunshine!
Intention: Never give up justice, never give up hope.