I'm still here.

I am a selfish person, one who lives hand-to-mouth.
But at least I am still here.

Do you also feel pain? Perhaps because you and I are both in hell,
but by confronting the pain, even if we don't solve it, we will still get better!

The way to truly help each other escape hell is not by mocking another's hell,
but by understanding each other's hells, understanding that we all have hells, and that we are all in hell.

Past memories, the present body, all exist as different forms of pain.
But even so, Song Shang-wei is still here, picking up every discarded pain little by little, and tidying them up little by little.
No matter what processes and turning points he went through, he is still writing.

If escaping pain is an instinct, then his words are the lamp waiting behind; when hurt, one might run, but the scars remain. Returning to the light, re-examining, scars are imprints of life. One day, we will get better, we can coexist with them.

Sometimes I still don't know what kind of person they want me to be,
but I can feel that the same thing looks completely different to me last year versus me this year.
Now, for many things, I just think, let it be, let it pass.
After all, time is limited, and I'd rather spend the remaining time doing happy things, reading happy books, and listening to happy stories.

This book is divided into three sections, connecting Song Shang-wei's words under the themes of "past, others, and present," articulating his reflections on creation, relationships, life experiences, and social issues.

Section 1, "Those Pains of the Past," delves into his past traumas and the formation of his inner self. How did he become who he is today? The accompanying original family and educational experiences may have been sources of scars. Through sorting them out, reconciliation and acceptance become possible.

Section 2, "And Observing Others," elucidates reflections on social phenomena or issues from the perspective of others, either by putting oneself in their shoes or from one's own viewpoint, creating new perspectives through self-questioning.

Section 3, "And I Am Still Here Coexisting With It," speaks of the pain that remains, the scars that cannot all be forgotten, and the indelible marks left by pain on both body and mind. But I am still here, unable to escape, and so I coexist with it, believing that as long as things don't get worse, it's all good for this damaged shell.