When the endless rain washes the city all year round, it washed away all the bright and color about things that should had, and then every inch of the corner was stained with the dark gray. Day after day, year after year, until everyone no longer dislikes signs full of rust; no longer relieves damp shoes; no longer expects daily weather forecasts; when you think you have adapted everything there, no longer looking forward to this city that seems to be breaking down every day, but you will still try to extend, stack and connect in the living fields, eager to take more respite space under the rule of nature. The old generation has suffered from the erosion of moisture and gradually becomes silent. The youth continues to struggle with the harsh natural enemies; Just like these old booths that are slowly peeling off and the new trend replacing them. This belongs to them and the destiny of this rain city. In the heavy yoke of reincarnation, only take a time to stroll in the rain under the umbrella.
wave the 2nd period life，2020
Spring the 1st period life，2020
The night she will never return，2020