If I had gone home earlier one day, I wouldn't be like this.
Where there is light, there must be darkness,
And there may be no light in dark places.
Sorry, I can't hold it any longer.
I can't understand how the protagonists in the book can still laugh softly after experiencing pain.
How can I still be as gentle as ever after being tortured by reality in every possible way? Why can't I stand it anymore just by being like this?
Is this the way the world is, but am I just too cowardly and timid?
I really can't figure it out.
[I know what I wrote is not very good or profound, but I just want to write, I want to leave something for those I have seen, to give back to everything that hurt me, awakened me, and made me see the darkness.