When the wind blew through the catkins, did you ever notice his broken body, and did you feel pity for him so that he could get a moment of respite?
I have been hating for so long that I have forgotten what I hate, what I should hate, and which thing or person I should hate.
Did he really have a life? Does anyone really care about him? There are so many sufferings in this world, why do you have to come to him?
The intertwining of blood and tears seems to have severed some broken past. The word freedom truly belongs to him.
The coast seemed to have never been calm, and the setting sun stung his eyes with its dark red color. In this life of wandering, it seemed that he had nothing. Whose fault is it, the person or time?
In the end, he was the one who trapped himself, he was the one who brought it upon himself, he was the one who destroyed everything about another person with his own hands, and he couldn't even make atonement.
Almighty God, please let him be free.
Intention: Entanglement of love and hate