Before it was executed, what I thought was that my mouth would not say anything that was contrary to my heart and that it would die in good faith. The rules of this world are so unjustified that they cannot change the world, but as one person in this world, at least I can remain true to my stupid sincerity.
And the moment of the execution
I regret it.
If I could do it again, I might still be sincere, but I had to find a way to survive before I could hope for a change in life. In this troubled world, heroes, in addition to being able to stand up to their own generosity, are left with the burden of living until the end and breaking the fucking stupid rules with the rest of them. In this world of light and darkness, a path of blood has been slain and history rewrited. Even if I cannot, I am going to go overboard, even if it is just to let the rich people who are playing with the fate of others sit in less secure seats, and to make it seem as if the cruel rule-makers had been bit by something inside them, and started to get uncomfortable.
A man's power is limited.
But the power is enough to create miracles.
As long as he wants.
Backstage came back to "Turkish" who controlled everything? Designing these stupid rules?
Backstage to the "SB" feeling magical power is with you!