I suffered a lot and suffered so much that I lost interest in life.
I am just an ordinary boy. Apart from the glory I had in the first half of my life, I have nothing to show off. I am just a dispensable dust in this world, with a weak beginning and a silent ending.
At the end of my life, a stranger rescued me in the pond in front of the yard. He said that the world is not that bad, it's just that no one shows you it.
In the soft skylight, overlapping clouds, my figure melted into the big trees. He stood beside me and told me that the day would always light up.
[Personal pronoun, abuse]
Intention: How good it is to live