Each time I recalls behind, It goes like a train of thoughts and memories.

From two syllable of my name and the meanings behind them, to the form that cost me dumped from where I was coming from at that time in stormy nights. I was all alone and fragile. 

Though I'll somehow still grateful about this life, about people that I've meet, but there's still. There's still a long way to go to forgive, and to forgive myself. 

- Son Chaeyoung