I can compare myself to a frog that was raised, or caged (?), in a very deep well, living a simple life with her family and few friends… and seeing only a little sky. For her, that sky was the most beautiful scene that lightened her day. Until one day, a rope with a pail use to fetch water brought down in front of her… excited to see the other world, she hurriedly jumped into the bucket, and got the chance to come out from her “same old-same old life.”

She was amused and amazed perceiving the bigger and tastier world. A bigger and endless sky astonished her. But life in this place is complicated. Trials, failures and pain seemed to be intolerable.

Now she wishes to come back to her native town… and live a simple but pure life again… but nobody fetch a pail of water from that well anymore… no other means to go back to her trouble-free life.