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If I used to have low self-esteem, cowardice, and poor words I was cold and miserable, and I couldn't eat enough I was once ordinary and lonely, never involved in the world if I have moved forward bravely and fought to the death I was unwilling to be mediocre and longed endlessly I was full of passion and showed my brilliance if I once fell into the abyss and couldn't recover I was powerless, life and death depended on God I never had a chance to return to ordinary life if After everything, I chose to escape, or choose to be content with the status quo, or choose not to believe in fate... If I am such an imperfect me, full of regrets you It will still be like the time when you screamed loudest for me Give me strength...