I saw those bright lights, each of which was occupied by a family, and I couldn't help but imagine what kind of life they would have.
Happy? Painful?
Simple? Complex?
Hopeful? Is there only despair left?
Want a change? Absolutely not going to change?
Even if you feel you can't go on anymore, do you still want to go on for others?
Alas, life is not that easy——
I said things people would say but couldn't relate to them.
It's BE, a short story, roughly updated daily.
All knives
Intention: From love to death