I repeat all my habits, no matter how much care there is, it's just like this.
I'm used to everything, in the end, even if I lose it, I can only bear the pain alone.
"Grandfather, grandmother, perhaps you never knew how much your son was hurt. Everything you did was so selfish, when did you ever consider whether others would be hurt by your actions?
Perhaps when you were together, you never thought my father would be hurt this way, that one day he'd become like this. What you imagined of him was just someone who would give it all repeatedly for his own sake, because you never once considered that what you did would hurt your own family. Originally, deep down you were selfish, and gradually became more open-minded. Maybe you were really selfish back then, but after experiencing these things, you became more accepting. Everyone has their own path to walk, and after that person reached the path they most wanted to walk, they slowly got used to it all.
