I sometimes think that if you don't fight for something that doesn't belong to you, you won't be willing to fight for it, but if you fight for it, you will get a bloody head. But I may have the quality of never looking back, so on the way to seek happiness, I hit walls all the way, but I vowed not to look back. This is my ignorant self when I was young. I felt so lonely and courageous that I could travel to the end of the world with my sword. If you could live your life again, would your choices be different?
However, now that my destiny has been written, I can only rely on a little courage in my heart to tell myself that I can't look back. It would be shameful to look back.