I became who I am today, a person who steals other people's "lives", starting from that afternoon more than 20 years ago. In the dream, you always stood at the end of the corridor and looked at me. Different from what others saw, what you saw was the most real me, a hypocritical, selfish and cowardly person. Those old memories will still creep up from the depths of my memory, every painful face will appear in front of my eyes, and heart-wrenching cries echo in my ears. That deserted corridor turned into a dark whirlpool, hidden in my heart. Like my selfishness and cowardice, it has long been integrated into my blood and become a part of my body. Those old memories are like old wounds on the body, which hurt every time it winds or rains.
Intention: Lose your true self between loss and gain