On my way to get off work, around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, I passed by the park in the community and looked at the bustling vendors, and suddenly I wanted to write a story about them. I don't know if any expert has said that more than 99% of the people in the world are busy every day just to meet the minimum needs of their lives. I particularly want to write a story about these people. Unlike the popular stories nowadays, the protagonist is either the second generation of a chaebol or a talented person with special skills who has worked his way from the bottom to the top of society. In short, it is the love, hatred and hatred of a large group of rich, handsome, white and beautiful people. I hope that my story is full of real warmth and helplessness. There is no so-called going crazy for love, but just life, real life.
I decided to write such a story, so I came back and turned on my computer, started typing, and wrote down 99% of the topics, stories that belong to 99% of ordinary people. Every day I work hard for food and drink, and my face is full of exhaustion and numbness. When I pass by, I wonder if my face looks like this. I am busy for food and drink, and I can't find my soul even though I search my body. I still remember that when I was a child, I always thought that I would be the superman who saves the world. Later, as I grew up, I forgot about saving the world, and only thought that I could live a high-end life. As social life deepened, I realized that life is not easy, and gradually it became a simple matter of survival. Survival suddenly became a very cruel word that pierced my heart. The reason why I write this article is that I hope that I can have my own soul, a colorful soul.