This is a sad story.
It begins when a sad person encounters a family.
And goes on to destroy that family.
That once-happy family soon becomes consumed by unending sorrow.
And the sorrow keeps on going.
Of course, I wrote this story because a certain song moved me, and because of some experiences I know about and can relate to.
I don't know if I'm sad.
Because I've grown used to everything, I no longer feel sad.
Even though I'm sunk deep in this sorrow,
I still have to face the people around me with a positive attitude.
I hope this story marks the beginning of my own style.
Leaving the past behind, I'll wait for it to bloom.
And lastly, thank you for your kindness.
