Everything among us comes and goes. The ordinary scenes were played hastily outside the train, I saw the solitude on the other side of the ocean, and could barely smell its loneliness. No one and nothing will ever be eternal like the island, not even a string of light nor a splash of shining seawater. Adding light on the paper, to create a sense of randomness. How gratifying it is to experience a cycle of obtainment and disappearance, to know that everything goes like this.