There was a time when I thought Rock and Roll was my only utopia.

However, when I walked out of the scene, those real problems that I avoided again and again, still came back to bite me at every casual gap, At the end of each short period of happiness, I found that I did not understand the world I had been dealing with for many years, and that I had always thought I would conquer it when I was a child, and had always been proud that I would make something of myself and leave my mark on the world.

But one day I suddenly found myself underestimating the enemy, all the people around me began to "reduced," they used a variety of ways to find their own hard direction, ordinary, vulgar, sad way. They regard this hard work as a way to save themselves and seek inner peace. I didn't go down any road, but I had to admit that I could no longer be calm. During this ordeal, my self-confidence was shattered and everything became complicated.