When night is falling, someone hurries to reach the future on a country road. It is a ghost-like shadow, a mixture of fear and malicious imagination . Behind this beautiful and graceful silence, in the screen and below the frames, it rides on, hurrying to work... Brought about by malicious images, the passion has failed but it still goes on, dull and weary. It is like a sky firework show. After it shot a long ray into the sky, the moment of splendor never comes. Expectant audience await, wondering when they can finally applaud. In this embarrassment, “clap, clap”, some odd applause is heard. The end.