Looking back on who I am and how I lived, I fell into thought. Why do I exist and move, crave attention and love, etc. The more I think about it, the more I think about it, the more I get stuck, and before I know it, the starting point of thinking disappears, and only depression remains. I should have come out before I fell in love more, but I couldn't, and when I came to my senses, I was already late. You can't achieve results without pain, but it's not the right pain You couldn't find a castle. To appeal even a little bit, I included it in this improvisational dance and rambling movement. I loved many people who left me. What is your definition?