This is a creation with chopsticks as the theme.
Chopsticks are a common object in the East, and there are too many life stories mapped on them. This time, let's talk about the world it sees from the perspective of "chopsticks".

I can't convince you whether to put salt or sugar in tomato scrambled eggs, you can't change me. We all like scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but they are very different. Life does not run because of my consciousness, which is the same as me. We have dinner together, you use your left hand and I use your right hand. We are different. In the end we were all full, which we were all the same.

I remember the sweetness of candy and the bitterness of salt. Remember the Han acid in summer and the bitter winter. Remember the joy of running to win the championship, and also remember the pain of curling upside down. Remember childhood innocence, also remember the difficulties of adults. Remember to work hard, but forget to die calmly. Fortunately, life packed my memory. This is the best gift for me to leave.

A knock on the door woke up the sleeping worm and slowly stretched out half its head "oh, I know". this is home, a small place to keep the secret that I am a worm.

If there is no accident, on the last day of the end of this year, someone will show white in front of the train, someone will ask for marriage under the street lamp, someone will become a father in the hospital, someone in the company will make a fortune, and someone in the temple will pay their wishes. However, this is all an accident.