I am the one who aims, and the one who will fall dead to the ground in a moment
I am a little boy, and I am very afraid when my father beats my mother, and I am also an adult head of a family who hurts those close to me, because I have only been taught pain and not love
I am a carefree young man, walking home through the pre-dawn city, with everything still ahead of me. And I am an old man, with my lips dried up, slowly turning into a shadow
I am a renowned sprinter, and my life no longer has any meaning, because victory has eluded me.And I am a girl in a wheelchair, sitting on a balcony, enjoying the first snowfall
And death is amnesia













