I used to go straight ahead, turn round, turn round, turn round, turn round, turn round, turn round, so tired. But when I left the fish tank, I found that if I left the fish tank, I would eventually die of lack of oxygen. . .

I am a fish lacking oxygen in this life, struggling in the most beautiful sadness. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a tree and stand in an eternal posture, neither sad nor happy.

A fish without breathing saw the most beautiful world in a trance.