凝視潛藏在自然中，人類遺留下的色彩，這是台灣海岸寫給我們的無聲控訴。
Gazing into nature, I see the hidden traces of color left behind by humankind — a silent accusation written by Taiwan’s coastline to us all.

高樓直立，映照著城市的雄偉；補網的身影卻低伏在岸邊，近乎渺小。
The skyscrapers stand tall, reflecting the grandeur of the city,while the figure mending the nets crouches low by the shore — almost insignificant in contrast.

在潮聲未歇的烏石漁港，異鄉的雙手編織著海的記憶。
三幅影像記錄漁工在異地勞動的靜默韻律，他們與海共生，將無聲的思念與希望，一針一線，織進浪間。
At Wushi Fishing Harbor, where the tides never cease, foreign hands weave the memories of the sea.
Through three images, the silent rhythm of migrant labor is recorded—their lives intertwined with the ocean, stitching wordless longing and hope, thread by thread, into the waves.

在喧囂的都市裡，一道孤獨的背影穿梭於人來人往的街頭…
In the hustle and bustle of the city, a lone figure walks through the streets...

人群之中，總會存在一個被忽略的角落，期待被看見。
有時候，我們就像是匆匆走過的路人，與其他人擦肩而過，而有的時候，我們也可能是那渴望被關注的角色。
In a crowd, there is always a corner of the world that is neglected and looks forward to being seen. Sometimes we are just like passers-by, passing by others, and sometimes we may be the ones who are eager to be noticed.