I have seen stubborn rocks polished by yellow sand, and willow leaves caressed by dew.
I have seen the snow fall so thickly that it became a deadly weapon.
I have seen a lone wolf still have the courage to fight for a chance of survival.
I came from the border with my father's coffin. I was in the capital, caught up in an invisible storm.
There were times when rewards came one after another, and there were times when life hung on the line.
Along the way, I stumbled and stumbled. When I looked back, I saw all the traces of my own collision.
Intention: Taking step by step, I don't know whether it is right or wrong, but I have to keep going.