The sorrow and pain of little people are always the most inferior and despicable. They live in the gap between black and white all year round, burdened with the words of others and their own doubts. Those casual comments come one after another, overwhelmingly pressing on their backs, and are read and thought over and over again by the psychology of self-doubt, making them more sensitive, fragile and neurotic until they die. And those low self-esteem that have been carried for many years turned into fear, and slowly turned into stubborn illnesses and various mental and physical diseases that can no longer be treated. My heart is closed, I can no longer hear or see, my self is empty, only the fear of the whole world and the social collective remains. Su Mu was probably like that, so transparent both in life and in death.
The departure was silent, even in the crisis, it was so silent, transparent and silent. In his world, there was probably only endless fear...
Mission: Everyone has the right to be loved