If I could write a book when I was eighteen years old, it would definitely be a picture book with thick ink and colorful colors. It is hot, burning, and rising toward the sun, as if it suppresses everything, covering up the sorrow, anger, and fear without revealing a trace.
But for him, there is only fear, depression, and a life that makes him breathless. I thought that maybe there would always be a turning point to change him and make him become the person he wanted to be.
Purpose: growth, redemption