The bullet pierced the aorta in one stroke.
All the past flashed before my eyes. I think of the excitement of being paid attention to by him when I was a child. I think of seeing him shine brightly on the stage when I grew up. I think of all the things he did to get him to pay attention to me. I think of the coldness in his eyes and the "no need" he said.
The whistle roared in my ears. The world will not stop because of me, and he will not feel sad because of my disappearance.
So, that's it. Use myself to commemorate my deep love for you. (Father and son, please enter with caution!)