Dignity? Morality? Future? I don't need them all, the only thing I want is to accompany you through all kinds of disasters.
I love money, power, and status, but the only one I don't love is you.
My career, health, and even life are all in the palm of my hand, but they cannot be exchanged for my sincerity.
Cunning, cruel, and depressed, I am obviously a scumbag that even disgusts me. How can I be so fond of you?
