Why Pick a Fight with a Psychopath?

Every body, unable to help itself. This is all I hope for now, all the love I long for. Why don't you understand? Why don't you remember what I said? Why don't you remember? May life bloom and blossom once more. You and I, first talk in the Hall of Mental Cultivation. Then bathe beneath the waterfall, and read a few pages in our spare time. So be it, until I sink beneath the sea (like my sorrow). But why doesn't it remember? Why doesn't it remember? What could it possibly use to nourish, what could it use to love? What way could it use, how could it treat me? Spring blossoms are autumn harvests, like a model, all carefully concealed. They are always passing through. I guess, I suppose. Partners grow all around me, and I can't let go. I can't redeem it, but her partner wants to slap me. Whatever, I didn't try to drive her away. My dreams are all illusions. I just want love so badly. I just want to be treated well, but what does it mean in my heart? But what about the sea in my heart? It can't be filled, it won't come back, come back. I urge you to believe, just this once. The world is like the sea –