我们陷落在需求层次的夹缝挣扎，梦想在现实的阴影下渐渐压缩，分解。

只剩大小确幸去弥补无奈，填充空白

初衷逐渐从生命的化学式中剥离，独留七情六欲在灵魂的元素表占据

从何开始，你我不再寻觅自身存在的价值。

看似鲜艳又繁华的金迷纸醉魅惑著每个即不安又空虚的灵魂，

于是你我开始寻觅著各种人工的刺激与快感催化脑中的多巴胺：

暧昧，情欲，酒精，药物，霓虹灯，夜晚，音乐 … 快乐

快乐。

快，

乐。

We are so obsessed and blinded with everything that brings a brief moment of ascension in our emotion. 

We value materialism more than ourselves. 

We resist everything around us but temptation.

We are sick from the inside yet we seem fine. 

A chemical compound that creates happiness that’s what we thought of it. 

An artificial one it might be, but what’s the difference?