When it was my turn, I lost my sense of proportion. Non-mainstream aesthetic and fresh pictures.

In this world, no one can guarantee what will happen in the next second, and no one can guarantee when the other person will leave. Just like this group lost their sense of proportion when it was their turn and left New York. , and also left the past self. Although you will encounter many people and things in the process, you can finally find that what used to trap you can no longer trap you. In fact, in a person's life, the only one who can heal himself and liberate himself is himself from beginning to end.