Sometimes, I wonder what determines a person's life.
Is it fate?
Is it hard work?
Or something else.
I don't know, so there's no point in thinking.
I am a stupid, hopeless, hopeless wimp. And trumpeting flaws in exchange for relief.
Maybe one day I will be fed up with this endless cycle of falling. I was so afraid of this that I ran away first.
Go further and escape to a place where no one can see or find you.
With this expectation, I longed to be rescued by someone, but at the same time I was fully prepared not to be discovered.
It would be nice if he died like this.
But I am a coward, even afraid of death.
So I embarked on a journey, expecting to die at a point no one expected.
Purpose: Treat any disease
