When I once again set foot on the small road in my hometown and listened to the long sound of the flute, I changed.
How many years? Whether I was twenty or thirty, I was walking farther and farther on a road that was led by others. When I suddenly woke up, I found that I could never look back.
I suddenly wanted to laugh.
For him, for her, for him, for him, I finally gave everything of myself.
But there was nothing.
I didn't get anything.
On someone else's stage, singing a play in which he thinks he is the protagonist.
Ridiculous.
Sad.