What a person cannot choose is birth.
What a person cannot change is the past.
He has been carrying dirty blood since birth. I originally wanted to live the rest of my life in mediocrity, but little did I know that fate had already written a sad script.
Is the sound of "master" redemption or condemnation?
If so, if not, let it collapse like this.
God-given blood, God-given blood, whose hope is it?
A story about a stubborn boy who was pushed by a bunch of bullies.
