At the seaside of Pattaya, there is the Temple of Truth, sitting in the temple, the woodwork is knocking the logs, the wood chips are flying, the wind is blowing in the air, the sea is smashing~ The old gentleman is at the seaside, with his own obsession, insisted on three For more than ten years, what kind of faith is it, I will support the son of the old gentleman to complete this piece of art that can't be seen. I hope that he will finish the baby in his heart and tell the father that his dream is finished. ~