A wisp of smoke called inferiority has surrounded me since childhood. I struggled hard, trying to escape from it.
But it has no form, and even if I reach out to grab it, it will be empty in the end.
I want to give up and admit that there is no way to have good things in this short life.
He appeared with bright light, illuminating and warming my heart, even though I refused again and again.
But he still wrapped me tightly, dispelling the green smoke that had entangled me for many years.