It has been many years since I was with Su Ho. I remember him holding the guitar and beating the rhythm on the stage. His eyes that should have been confident were dimmed. I remember the disdainful look in the deepest part of his eyes when he finished each song and the people applauded him. I am the person who knows him best, no one + just like only real garbage can truly understand garbage. During that time, we formed a band together and wrote our own songs. We long for success, but God has never waved to us. We are like two ants in a dark and humid place, unable to face the sun and can only cling to each other. The only thing that saves us is darkness, and we have never had faith. It was not until I died and looked back that I realized that in fact, many times I was only one step away from the light in Suho, but I could not escape because we simply disdained the light. What I am going to write next is the story of me and Suho.
Purpose: My story