When everything I have is gone, what will be left?
What can I do when I see the true faces of people in the world?
When my dream cannot be called a dream, what else can I ask for?
Don't look at what is in my tears. It is not the so-called stubbornness, nor is it blindly strong, nor is it a disguise for escape. It is the pursuit of happiness and freedom, the resistance to the darkness of the world, and the endurance of all pain.
Do you hear my pained voice? A cowardly and timid person like me, one day I walked onto the guillotine without changing my expression. What are you still doing?