On my way home from school, a girl about my age committed suicide by jumping off a building.
Next to the body lay her suicide note.
I lamented the impermanence of life and the harshness of the world, turned around and left the scene.
I thought it was just a tragedy that occurred under the oppression of the school. Unexpectedly, the next day, the suicide note appeared on my desk. The signature of the suicide note, which had been soaked with blood and could not be seen clearly, had my name clearly written on it.
Intention: Those are the flowers of the motherland, not the victims of your competition.