It is influenced by the outside and wants to achieve something in the constantly busy movement. It responds to 'social expectations', bigger, higher, and more pleasurable. All of these are all meaningful. But there is not really me, there is only the outer surface and the shell, and it will be crushed after all. It feels like there is no life. I wanted to draw a picture for me. And the living spirit, it needed an effort to perceive it. The more I look at it, the more I try to find something that is clouded. I thought it might be more appropriate in this age. So the first piece to perceive was called a series for survival.