Two people who couldn't talk well met in a tattoo shop on a rainy night. One is here to cover the scars left by suicide, and the other is dedicated to this "shady job". It starts with "Don't fucking shake" and "You hurt me" and ends with "You can never get rid of me in this life" and "I beg you to let me go." After five years of pulling and pulling, there was no decent farewell when we parted, and only one sentence when we reunited: "Does it still hurt?"
Concept: Some scars are not for healing, but for recognition.