Have you ever seen a life that seems to be shrouded in heavy fog for many years?
I can neither see others nor myself clearly, like a child in chaos.
Finally one day, it was like the sun finally penetrated the fog that lingered all year round, and you saw yourself clearly, beautiful and ugly, pitiful and pathetic.
But so what? I could neither choose nor retreat.
Intention: Making the wrong choice at every fork in life is also a fate.