Sometimes, some pain is etched deep within one's heart, unable to be erased by the passage of time.
Life is like this, causing oneself to lose the things most cherished time and again, only to realize later how much one cared about it all. But when possessed, no one truly thinks about what these things might actually result in. Why is everyone always so selfish and self-centered, ignoring the comfort others offer in pursuit of personal thoughts?
In a lifetime, one is bound to encounter grand things, but ultimately, everyone only receives these wounds. Some people sacrifice everything repeatedly for themselves, yet no one knows how they've truly spent their life.
