People try to understand the world in their imagination in their own way. They learn how to speak. They construct a perfect model in other people’s eyes. Reflect themselves to a reality of “existing in the world”. Playing the role others expect. Meeting the standards others set for you. When a person determines to be her/himself, the meaning of life can be clear. During this pull-and-push process with external world, the statuses of aloof, bareness, and anxiety, the possibility of “perfect me” is like a stone in my mind. This idea is running in my mind for one week, one year or even the whole life to block eyes and heart. Even it’s like a cloud in other people’s eyes. Maybe the heavy weight of life should be carried by a light format.