I couldn't tell, it was like a thorn stuck in my throat, unable to make a sound. The huge pain caused by the accident made me numb, and my heart was soaked in sorrow. A strong hand seemed to pull my hair, making me raise my head and look directly at my pain. What is my pain? An accident or a bad situation? My life, my destiny seems to have been written long ago. God hates me, or hates my incompetence, so the life and destiny given to me are not very good, exaggerating the color of tragedy.
Concept: love stereotype