I think I have no regrets in this life.
My story probably starts 10 years ago.
When I gave up the direct employment invitation from a foreign country and rushed to Yokohama, there was a fire called hot blood in my chest. I hoped that my insignificant ability could provide some comfort to this bruised city.
But it was obvious that I had failed completely. Some lesions could not be cured by supernatural powers alone. They were so rotten in the bone marrow that the only way to eradicate them was to "replace the marrow."
This is such an unreachable sky for an ordinary person like me.
Is she beyond cure?
I walk on this land where the sea breeze swirls. People outside only see the interests and violence of this free port. The suffering flowing inside is nothing more than a "self-driving force" that does not require jurisdiction.
"Humanity is pathetic."
Mine someone said so.
"Human nature is a black mud of twisted malice."
Some people also told me this.
Among the thousands of options listed in front of me, I could not find "give up".
Now that I am about to sleep forever, I wrote this autobiography to encourage you, the ordinary person.
Intention: Ordinary things