[6] With more pure images and ideas, Guimet once again lets us experience the cruelty of reality and the fickleness of happiness due to the 'misplacement' in life. In life, people are constantly leaving or entering. What is seen is not seen; what is remembered is forgotten. In life, there are always gains and losses. So, what is invisible is seen; what is forgotten is remembered. However, does the invisible mean that it does not exist? What is remembered, will it never disappear? A few meters of paintbrush, once again painted the fickle beauty.