quiet little boy has always written his story so quietly, I am the most sober person, so sober that I am almost unable to restrain my thoughts from the heart , justice and bravery are exactly what his mother told him, and it is also that we have these justice and bravery to move forward, I keep writing my weak voice just to please myself, walking on this road And know whether people are kind, whether they are prisoners, whether they are just leading everyone forward for their own selfishness.
I can't please myself, so whenever I see the decisions and things you and your fathers have made, it makes me very painful and can't understand what you are doing. Painful inner contradictions and unresolved entanglements, the day-to-day surge, everything I dreamed of before is drifting away with the wind, I would rather shout loudly and tell everyone that I am leaving this world, it is a kind of relief, it is a kind of flattery A part of me; fortunately there is a little bit of humanity, the most basic conscience in my heart.
Hitler's little boy, just left like this, disappeared silently in the most beautiful time of youth, can't find the time of that time again, followed my heart and ran into a paradise of my own, not in Do something against your conscience.
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