China's misery was something unending.
He was broken. Someone would always come and pick up the pieces, delicately placing him back together again.
However, they would always leave, breaking him once more.
China's misery was constant.
He would open his eyes. He would open his eyes and see them all, all the ones who broke him. They were always there, always reminding him of mistakes he didn't know he made.
China's misery was hidden.
He would hide it behind a smile of happiness, a smile of forgiveness.
In truth, the smile only hid his broken heart.
He wasn't sure why his heart just wouldn't stop beating.
His mistakes were everywhere.
They were all mistakes.
They were not supposed to have survived.
Yet they fought against their fate and prevailed.
China's misery shone through once more.
Why wouldn't they all just die?