Why did I inevitably go from an excellent student to a poor student? Why should I endure to study in a completely unfamiliar place? Why do I need to be liked by others to live a peaceful life? Why should I feel inferior and hopeless because I have achieved the goal but am not the first?
Why...
There are huge holes all over my body, and the misfortune in my childhood has not healed day by day. Underneath the despicable and sinister character hidden, there is another face that I don't like at all. I don't know how long I can hold on?
Intention: To tell a story from a past era in a new era, the pain and happiness are the same.