"Room of Arts"
I start to paint a tree. Beside me, a girl paints a forest. I drop my brush and walk out. No.
"Room of Music"
I tap a few keys on the piano. Beside me, a woman tells me, "Not like that" and plays a piece. I stand up and walk out. No.
"Room of Literature"
I write a story and pass it to the editor. Rejected. I walk out. No.
Just the horizon and the cool breeze.
"I'm good at failing, maybe I'm good at falling."