I don't want this life.
I don't want to be tied down, I feel depressed.
I can't remember how long I have been imprisoned. I have been in a trance and confused all day long.
Subconsciously, I still feel that Agui is not dead. This belief supports me until now.
I miss him so much, I haven't seen him in a long time.
Don't know where he is. I don't know if he is doing well.
I don't know if he had any clothes on when it was cold, or if he had a sip of hot porridge when he was hungry.
Before, I was as attached to him as a newborn baby.
He is the person I love most in this world. I am grateful to him for letting me never regret it in this short half of my life.