"Trust leads to peace."
My father said this to me. However, this is a lie and I never believe it.
Don't believe in yourself or others. Believe nothing.
This is a story about a gloomy boy who grew up in an instant and then stagnated.
Not happy, not angry, not sad, not happy, or just hiding it.
In fact, there were many people around him with whom he could laugh or mourn if he wanted to.
But he let it go. He kept himself in that small space. Sad alone.
Perhaps, growing up is the most painful process. Therefore, he voluntarily or forced to choose instant growth.
A pain and a lifetime of numbness.
However, he fell into memories. He recalled it with a sadness that he didn't want to admit.
This is a slow and long story. Neither reality nor memories seem more real.
Only the human heart is pure and flawless.
Conception: