"Crush it! Reality!
Crack it! Spirit!
Exile this world! "
The young man covered with scars felt the breeze blowing through his body on the rooftop. He used all his strength to shout his previous mantra, but now that he shouted it, he felt very strenuous.
When he finished speaking... He looked at himself covered in scars, and then saw that there was nothing in his hands, and that nothing in the world had changed... Had he lost the ability to dream about happiness?
The young man thought back to his past desires and fantasies about many things. He didn't understand why all those second-high school fantasies that could make him dizzy and excited were gone now.
He didn't understand, but because he didn't understand, he acquiesced that he would lose this kind of happiness forever.
He jumped off the rooftop
He only thinks about one thing in the sky
"I still want to... Live..."
Intention: hope