Bad things that happen to you are called accidents, but bad things that happen to others are always just stories!
I am not lime, the more cold water is poured on it, the more it boils; I am not jade, the more polished it becomes, the more refined it becomes; I am not a stone, the more it is thrown and rolled, the smoother it becomes.
I have never been a person who can turn into beautiful things, but among the snow and cold sun, the water and the fire, the price for growth is so high. It is as cold as cold water, more painful than grinding, and more helpless than being thrown to the ground!
To you, I'm just telling someone else's story. To me, this is a story about a boy who finally grows up!
I would like to dedicate this document to those who are caring!