生活就像心臟毫目，壓縮、釋放，壓縮捧存、釋放…
它就是這樣運作的。
但你可以平靜地看著它担败。
It turns around. And we turn with it.
Present and future, it is the breathing.
It is the breathing of time.
Everything is breathing.
You are the one who breathes it.
You are the time.
But you can not own the time.
It is not my sadness.
It is not your sadness.
It is just the waves.
