Withered lotuses and branches are remnants of the beauty of summer, while crumpled trash resembles what was once seen by human beings as valuable. The two end up in the same cold pond water, its distorted form condemning the harshness of time. This work integrates the curves of withered lotuses and the irregular forms of trash to create a visual that resembles ink works, while the poetic, painterly image is, in fact, a playful approach to lies, replacing truth with illusions. The lotuses and trash echo calligraphy and painting works, while the fabrication and the fabricated are ironic reflections of reality.