What can you do with 4 years?
When I tried my best to escape from that home, I thought the hands that appeared in front of me were taking me out of the swamp. But what I didn't know was that those hands, the hands that gave me all the warmth in the world, were just to push me into a darker abyss.
Four years later, I was bruised and bruised, and when I wanted to bid farewell to this world decently, another pair of hands appeared to hold me. Where should I go...
Intention: When we are hurt by the world, don't huddle in the endless darkness, open the door and accept the endless kindness of the world. There will always be someone on the other side of the door, waiting for you.