"You know him?"
"Yeah, see that scar on his face? That was created when he burned his house down."
"Really? I heard he killed his own family."
"doesn't he have any shame walking around like that?"
"I hope he isn't in my class this year."
"that scar has many lies behind it you know."
They know nothing.
all of them...they know nothing.
About the scar.
About the burndown house.
they don't know anything.
they all talk too much.
this world is colourless to me.
Why? It was colourful once.
Why did the house burn down?
Why did I get this scar?
They all laugh.
I don't care.
they don't care.
What's the point?