He was a police officer in Lindu in the old days and worked as a cook in a hotel
The boy hiding in the fog always looks at him from a high place
He tried to pull the boy down
Really... Pulled me to my side
He thought they would never be separated again, but he left the seriously injured young man behind.
When we met again, the blind boy hurt him again and again for others.
"Hate me?" He was covered in bruises
The young man tilted his head on someone else's shoulder, "Don't talk to a dying person."