I was 20 that year, full of fantasies and hopes! I had never been in love. In middle school, I liked someone but was too afraid to confess; at vocational school, I finally dared to confess, but no one liked me. In your twenties, you're at just the age when restless urges start stirring. The video parlors in the narrow alleys were packed with sleazy-looking young men, while the bathhouses along the main roads saw a steady stream of sharply dressed successful businessmen. I thought, it wasn't the world that was realistic, but people's selfish desires.
I shouted at the stars in the night sky: I'm going to make it!
But when I returned to my rented room, everything felt so painfully real again. An 18-inch TV, a messy single bed, and two packets of instant noodles with an egg boiled in them.
