Rose in Heart

[Suspense + darkness, wrong label] I often ask him, what are you afraid of? Anxiety, depression or panic? He didn't answer, just held the cigarette butt tightly, sat on the hillside, and shed a tear. He said: "I haven't sat here like this for a long time, calming down and looking at the scenery. I remember the last time I was so casual, it seemed like 20 years ago..." He still became the annoying person he used to be. Before the age of 26, he imitated those middle-aged men and started smoking. At this moment, he lowered his head, as if he wanted to be torn apart from the world, living in this little heart, blooming the withered rose... In a panic, his cigarette butt dropped and touched the arrow on the crossbow. It flowed a beautiful arc in the sky. Years later, when he looked back when he was doing evil in childhood, he shot his own humbleness and head...