One of the hardest questions in the world to answer: "Who am I?"
Who is she? There was always someone who wanted to answer for her.
It's a pity that I am not myself, I don't need to know who I am.
She spent ten days walking through other people's lives, just to find an answer that had been buried for many years.
I am not who I am, I don't need to know who I am.
You are not you, but I want to leave your name.