If death has no end, does suffering also have no end?
The weaklings wandering among the crowd, the contradictions and secrets lingering in their hearts.
I originally thought that taking off the mask would make my life easier.
But reality always likes to turn good expectations into fragile bubbles.
Who is the partner worth trusting and relying on?
What is the meaning of living?
Even so, I hope to spread warm light to every evader in the darkness.
Intention: How to move forward on the endless road of pain?