They feed me despair, but
When I fight back, accuse me of being born
evil.
My white hair is something I was born with
The "original sin" came.
Correction fluid is baptism, red-hot
The iron wire is a brand, a false accusation from relatives
The trap was the last straw.
When depression eats me up,
I finally understand——
This world needs monsters to carry on
Bear everyone's sins.
So, as you wish.
——I am just raised by your own hands
The evil one.
Intention: reality