I wanna use a burner to burn off my memories to ash.
When I was small,the adults were tall,I always tasted what is unfair to me from them.
They have the power to shout at me,
to order me, to control me,but I can't reject,I can't revolt,I can't walk my way.
My childhood is full of anger,full of rebel,full of tears,however,I feel ashame to have such the period of childhood.
When I first got a young cousin,he did the same thing as I had done in the past,I know I was wrong,from head to toe.
Does it worth to cast unhappiness and disputies with our fairy period?
I do have wasted.I rather regret from it.