A boy who is always 14 years old, living in a 14-year-old world, the hurt he once had becomes something he carefully takes care of, allowing the hurt to blossom and bear fruit in his heart, giving birth to beauty.
No, I don't want to forget, if I forget, it's not me.
Injury has become a part of me, and for a long time I relied on it to survive. Now I can not forget, not escape, and not rely on.
What happened to the boy when he was 14? From the initial escape to the later pursuit, facing, dependence and then liberation, what is the growth process?
Did anyone accompany him through this journey? There may be some on the outside, but in the inner world, everyone can only walk alone.