I don't know where I will be tomorrow, I don't know if anyone will be with me, I'm not even sure if the sun will rise tomorrow. These years of loneliness are heartbreaking, and I have been deprived of the opportunity to escape.
The two people who love me the most in the world, I don't know if they knew what I am like now and what I have brought to this world, would they regret it, or would they still make willful choices according to their own wishes?
The idea that maybe, I just can't deny that resentment in the darkness?