I resented my father for always being so forceful. He said I was useless, so the gap between us could no longer disappear.
Everyone is the same, I don't want to say anything, and I don't want to do anything. The indifference of my relatives makes me feel like I have fallen into an ice cellar. Life is colorful, but our eyes are dark, and the shadow of the world falls in our eyes, which is colorless and boring. The color is worn away, leaving a lingering bitterness.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
