In terms of time, I didn't know that I would be identified as a defeated person in the dream

In terms of time, I didn't know that I would be identified as a defeated person in the dream.

In the middle of the night when I suddenly think, I realize that life is empty due to long fatigue. There is a way, but no time. There is a dream, but there is no courage. The void is filling my mind. Life without love. The people of the past stand with curses on the threshold of thought. I no longer desire perfection. Let my life pass in imperfection.

Then one day I will go out on the path of the world with all the imperfections. Maybe people will say crazy, or family renunciation.

Of course I don't care. Because I want to see the color of the world rather than the color of people. Among hundreds of millions of people in the world, if I am different, what is the harm?