I? Exist? Do I not exist? Who has ever cared about it? From the time I was brought into this world, nothing was expected of me. I thought that everything could be beautiful, I thought that everything could be kind, I thought that everything was under my control, but I didn't expect that my self-confidence would bring about the fact that I didn't think, huh, what an irony.
I am traveling in my own world, looking at the world outside me in the most arrogant yet humble attitude. My own pride and the pity of others support the entire sky. Others are colorful, but I only have transparency. You said you would give me freedom, so I followed you. But freedom is not given by you, but restraint is your privilege. Your friendship sealed me, just because I love you.