The girl, unable to explain her own feeling, desperately talk to herself through the movement. The dynamics of her body gradually become more convincing, as if any kind of feelings becomes clarified when verbalized. Along the movement, there is a paradox penetrating the whole sequences, which is furiously resisting the buoyancy, but at the same time, smoothly floating on it. What mainly embodies this paradox is hysterically scraping her body and savagely lifting up her wet hair, which is to explosively emitting her femininity. Through this pure emission of self-awareness, ironically, the girl loses her virginity as well. With the unforgettable, unremovable wounds, the girl goes back to where she came from as if nothing happened, with a disguised face. Nobody knows the bleeding wound in her mouth.