This umbrella is just like us, it appears to be calm, but as soon as the rain comes, it will shatter.
Every year in Japan, there are many working class people that commit suicide. The pressure and malice of society towards people are omnipresent.
We are stable on the outside but suffering on the inside.
As Nietzsche said, “My brother, come into your loneliness with my tears.” We stand there, trying to stay strong.
In order to escape the criticism of others, we learn to self-restrain and self-blockade. We apear to be tranquil, but our inners is suffering; Even if we are just standing there, so much pressure is put on our shoulders. The pressure pushes down on us and will never have mercy.
When the wind blows, my heart will reproduce the sound of freedom.
