This is not a revenge, but a belated judgment. This is not a murder case, but a past story of a young boy who was crushed, ignored, and pushed to extremes. When goodwill is absent, when justice is late, when silence is forced into a sharp blade, the meekest child will also take the coldest way home.
There is always a past, sinking in the mud of time, which has never really passed.
This is a self-salvation that spans half a life, and is also a heavy question about goodwill and malice.
The most rare thing in this world is never revenge, but forgiveness, both with others and with yourself.
The self-salvation that spanned half a lifetime was hidden in that page of messages that were never finished. The most painful thing in the world is never revenge, but the words that came twenty-five years late: You are good, you don't need to be made of wood.
