I think I was born here.
I accepted the world as it came to me. Their humanity shone brightly and they hugged me hard.
I also hugged them hard to express my gratitude.
I would kiss them on the cheek to tell them I miss them.
Later, I became a human being.
This dark, damp room trapped me.
But I don't want to leave yet, maybe it's just a habit.
The other me said to me, let me out, I can't stand this life anymore.
She was so determined that I couldn't refuse.
Because loneliness is driving me crazy, loneliness is spreading like crazy.
I'm going somewhere.
Meet the person you should meet.
Pick up what you once carelessly abandoned.
I regret it.
This is not a dream.
I have nowhere to run anymore.