The special epidemic times have forced people to separate and isolate themselves in their city life. This isolation leads to a sense of loneliness that has a distorted cohesiveness under extreme control, and can this still be called loneliness? How can one experience a sense of being if one does not even have a sense of loneliness anymore? Waiting for Godot, will Godot come? Although I don’t have an answer to this question, and although I am still in a fog, I hope to create something to express it, so that I don’t forget what I am feeling at the moment.