Gugu Town

In the place closest to the moon, there live a group of dreaming children. Their lives always have gaps at different levels at different stages. How should we define their existence: subverting the past in the picture and tampering with the future in the sound. I was exiled from your world, missing you day and night but not daring to come back. I have never held your hand, I am the only deaf mute, I cannot hear you and I cannot let you hear me. This is something that can't be helped, and it seems that no matter how hard you try, it won't help. They don't talk much to each other, they are very silent to each other, and they have hurt each other. There is a silence as long as a century between us, and there is also a ravine as far away as light years between us. Time has turned yellow - those memories that were soaked by rain and covered by ice and snow.