Other people's childhood is one of coquettishness and pampering, while my childhood is one of fear and flattery. Others' youth is enthusiasm and publicity, but my youth is inferiority and missing out. When the burden of the whole family falls on me alone, and when love waves to me and leaves again and again, I finally understand: people who are not loved can also live a glorious life on their own.
This time, I want to live for myself.
