I often see homeless people near train stations. They extend their coffee cups, hoping for a few coins. As I hurriedly board the train and see them still left behind, they become smaller and smaller in the distance.

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The era is like a bullet train, leaving behind those who miss it. The people on the train are full of confidence, discussing investments, market trends, and shrewdly buying and selling in the market.

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I use my brush to record these people—not to dampen the viewers' spirits, but because I don't know, many years from now, who can guarantee that it won’t be you or me left behind on the platform?