An office space is an illusion that accompanies you every day. It comes quietly like dew in the morning and disappears on the horizon of every overtime morning. It fades away like a tide.
Childhood memories include mottled concrete walls, branches extending from the corner, and scattered steps... This is my fantasy memory. He was as powerful as a dark horse and kept coming to mind.
Dark horse, I hope to be like it, with great wisdom and the courage to subvert; Carve fine beauty and constantly strive for perfection.
Maybe everything has a moral.
But no one has ever told me where the distance is. I may have walked a rough road, but I have a soft heart. I have too much time to trek in solitude. Solitude is always too tough. Therefore, I will always see different scenery at the end of the road - a glimmer of sky (good trend)... Maybe I suddenly enlightened at this time. The original intention of the design, I hope he is quiet, and his shadow has a soul under the light. Even if it is mottled and shabby, I still think he is young.