Those window frames really caught my eyes, in the most accidental way ever. I would say it is indeed a benefit for me to be attracted to little things like this. As the story starts, it was a sunny afternoon, and my mom and I were wandering the market in Phuong Mai street near my house. At a glance, I caught a glimpse of a house’s window. At first, it was clear that it had not been repaired in a long time; but in some ways, I feel like that window is special, especially in a world where everything seems to strive for perfection. It struck a sense of nostalgia for the past, for the history of my city. I guess that even if the world keeps changing, old things still inevitably remain, serving as reminders not just to myself, but to anyone who loves beauty, to reflect on our pasts and our presents.