My life is like a clump of black thorns, intricate and each one disgusting.
I want to escape from here, but I can't and won't.
I hate this kind of life, and I hate this kind of myself.
I want to...
Survive in a different way.
Even if it's just a dream.
"I don't like the delicate white camellia in the greenhouse,
I love the white roses blooming among the thorn bushes. "
Concept: two worlds