Everyone loves him when he is sick. Only he loves him in his normal state. In his normal state, he is said to be selfish, self-interested, insidious and despicable... It seems that all the derogatory words of indifference are his adjectives... Everyone wants to keep him forever. As the illness continued, he was actively trying to save himself. In the deep sea where there was pressure from all directions, his true self was trying his best to swing his legs and struggle upward. Even if the sun reflected on the sea level was out of reach, even if countless hands grabbed his body, he was the only one who loved me.
West: I climbed up from the bottom. This world is either black or white, but the definition of black and white is determined by interests. I have many friends. (No one understands the real me. I am hypocritical, selfish, greedy...) I also have many enemies, but interests can make us turn enemies into friends. (Everyone should be my chess piece, everyone should look up to me) But I have a few close friends, a few friends who can be trusted. Some of them have experienced life and death with me, some have grown up with me and have a close relationship, and some have the same interests as me and are sworn friends. (Damn it. Go and die, toys and tools just need to do their jobs well, don't think about expecting things you don't deserve, dogs should be like dogs, wagging their tails and begging for mercy, everything belongs to the master, and the master is the world) When my heart will always be filled with their friends Feel safe and happy, and I will be good brothers with them forever (and as an owner, of course I will take good care of my dogs. My dogs only need to serve me. All dogs can only see me, and everything else except my orders should not be taken care of.)
Intention: self-rescue