Narcissus, first person perspective
He was forced to practice piano by his mother since he was a child, just because of his mother's unfinished dream.
Trapped in a cage called mother, I don't know what freedom is, just like a puppet.
My mother has written a life script for "me", and "I" just need to act according to it. Just a slight deviation
"Mom is doing everything for you, why can't you understand mom..."
Can't resist...
Until she appeared, life took a new turn.
What comes out of the mud will eventually be stained with mud...
Intention: Can you stop and listen to our voices?