What can I say about myself? I am the little black bird flying through the depths of the night. A burning shooting star. An immortal spirit that refuses to fade. A smile born painfully from tears and life’s misfortunes. I come from the bottom — from hardship, from the edge of everything or nothing. This is who I am. An untitled story. No title needed.
All for the person I had the honor to live with and meet… myself. Nee San, this is for you. I love you.