My favorite notes turned into bubbles, the colorful bubbles played by the folk band and the black bubbles played by the government band turned into phoenixes and crows fighting in the sky, and finally the phoenix scattered all over the place and turned into tattered The discarded musical instruments end. This is not a simple fairy tale, but an attempt to use a childlike innocence to see how bizarre the world is and how bizarre the way of life is. The sins and pains conveyed by bright colors and simple expressions are like the best nightmares. Although sometimes we may blur the purpose of pursuit, there is only one destination after the excitement and exhaustion, and that is home.
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