It was shortly after my grandmother holding my hands and crying like a baby for afraid of death that I felt weak and pale for the philosophical issues of life and death for the first time. The questioning of unknown and persistent exploration always be destroyed when attacked by reality. I am not afraid of being an ordinary people and only afraid of bearing from the beginning to the end. I hope to piece and connect two different living bodies together in way of photography. What I can do is to show my little respect to the flowing, lasting and changing life performance as a recorder.