In late June of this year, I traveled to Bangladesh for photography, and the gaze of a child caught my attention. His large eyes seemed to be conveying something to me, filled with a melancholy beyond his age. At that moment, all I could do was capturing it. Eyes are the windows to the soul. It's been several months since I left Bangladesh, but the gaze of this child remains etched in my memory. Whenever his eyes appear in my mind, I feel a lingering and heart-wrenching discomfort.