Was what I thought I wanted really what I truly desired? Did I begin choosing it because of someone else's gaze or the predictable events pushed upon me by others' demands? When the magic of being able to have everything I want suddenly vanished, did I ever pause to question whether I had ever truly wished for something? If I could not even ask myself whether I truly wanted it, then what on earth were we pursuing so desperately, and why did we desire it so badly? [SONG Arum]