That summer, childhood ended forever like a bubble bursting in the sun.
From then on, he was lost in the universe in his heart, endlessly searching for the black blank that he would not want to remember no matter what. And he was tossed around in the hearts of countless men, but he could not feel the warmth of the hearts of the people.
The incomparably hard bathtub wall was covered with blood from his head, and in the icy city morning, he was alone in the bathroom, crying patiently. And the temperature hidden in his incomparably dark corner finally overflowed his mind on Christmas Eve many years later, taking them back to the summer that opened everything. On that holy night, when the whole world could not be purer, they rose into the night sky like mourning angels.
The hardships of those years were a nightmare of childhood disillusionment and the sadness of the poetry of youth that followed.
With a lullaby that is always late, may you sleep well and forget everything.
Life is the same as before.
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