He, a terminally ill AIDS patient, thought he would live in such a miserable state for the rest of his life. If he could bring harm to the world, that would be even better. Any advice to others to do good was just the empty morality of those pampered people. He was unwilling and dissatisfied. He thought he was causing harm to the moon in the distant sky, but the little sun that seemed to be loved by everyone, unexpectedly. . . . . .
In the end, he could only murmur feebly, move forward, don't look back.
Purpose: I hope that everyone will not just pity AIDS patients, but give them a chance to live like normal people.