Most people only exist in the people around them in their lives, and no one even finds us sick, old, or dead except for a few people around us. The heroine is a once brilliant person, who is loved by thousands of people. This exacerbated her discomfort in the face of loneliness. I even think that such a person will live as others see her. She is narcissistic, but what she loves is not the current self, but the shadow that existed in the past. She couldn't find her eyes, and she couldn't find herself. How sad? If she was so unreliable when she was young, we would not lament the cruelty of time when she was old. But how do we define aging? My own feeling is that the heroine has never grown up since she was young, and her mind is unable to face an old self. She couldn't find her place in the crowd, so she could only rely on other people's vision, the camera, and the male protagonist.
This story is not just about a sunset and twilight story, but more about reminding people how to face themselves. When we have no appearance, vitality, career, and partner, how should we face that barren self.
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