Wake up in the middle of the night
在午夜醒来












          “Do parallel universes exist?”





















Six years ago, I had a heated argument with my father. The cause? My desire to pursue art, a dream he couldn't embrace. In the end, I left home, seeking solace and purpose in a city unknown.

Neither family nor friends offered their support or belief. Caught between dreams and reality, doubts clouded my path, casting shadows upon my confidence.

Dissonant in this unfamiliar city, I felt like an outsider, devoid of belonging or camaraderie. Sleep eluded me in the early hours, my heart consumed by profound loneliness. Maybe it's because of the huge pressure I often found myself awake in the dead of night.

Even now, memories of a solitary figure roam the streets of Beijing, clutching a camera, lost amidst the midnight hours, linger in my thoughts.


























“How far can you journey towards your dreams when no one lends their support?”
没有人支持的话,为了梦想,你能走多远?