Nocking the arrow, raising the bow, aiming and releasing the arrow. Feeling the stretching of muscles while breathing, experiencing the movement—sometimes rapid and sometimes static. The trials and tribulations experienced during the training are transformed into arrows that break the sky. Before picking up a real bow and arrow, I repeat the training of adjusting posture and basic physical fitness; on the archery field, the process of nocking, aiming, and releasing the arrow circulate; while making an animation, the frames accumulate; throughout my life, I keep making choices and trying to achieve my life purpose. Training, archery, painting, they are all alike. A boring but necessary cycle, just like every day in life that is similar but not entirely the same. Every time I aim, I have to adjust my stance and the trajectory of the arrow according to the arrows that I have shot before. I can't change the arrows on the target but only grow from it. Even if the result is not as expected, I can only make small changes every time I aim in the hope of achieving the target next time.