Who am I?

This question I has been asking for many, many time, but the answer could be changed everytime.

Whenever I feel as though being hell, I would rather be a death than a live.

Sometime, I encounter the struggle of my identiy. The problem is that it is something that I have never faced, the racial diffrculty.

The background of my grandpa in low is so mysterious, and even himself could not make it clear.

Based the oral history from him, he said that he born in the period of the Sino-Chinese War.

And he was abondoned by his mother, so I suspected that whether his father acutally is a Japanese.

He may be an unwanted child, and his mother discorded him because of this.

His story is a part of my story, I cannot rewrite it but embrace it.

No matter whether is true or not, I am still concerned with it.