I don't know why I live. When my age breaks through the thirty-year-old mark, when my age reaches thirty-two, I still don't know why I live. I used to think that if I wanted to succeed, I would have to succeed at least once in my life, or even if I didn't succeed, it would be great if I could leave something of my own, something that could prove my existence. But now, even what I leave behind feels empty. I don't know what can be left behind, what is valuable, and I don't want to think about it anymore.
Purpose: To fight against the emptiness of life.