There are three thousand people in the world, but I can't wait for a boat to sail into the sea. It will be gone in a fleeting moment.
There is none left? So who am I? A man who subjugates his country? Homeless person?
"You, just do whatever you want to do, and live a life where you feel no longer bound. This country, this family, is exhausted. You don't need to worry about it. My father only wants you to be safe." After saying this, he left and never came back.
Young man, he aspires to be free but cannot be free. When the country is alive, there are responsibilities on our shoulders; when the country is gone, there are thousands of knots in our hearts.
With your death, my heart will be at ease. He decided that day.