You ask me what does it mean to be alive? Let me tell you, living is watching everything around you rot! Watching the red rope in my heart being buried by the dust of the mountain road, watching Yang Gui's smiling face sink into the cold river water, watching my parents smash the last bowl and then go their separate ways, watching those bastards push my head into the stinking ditch. I used to be a boring gourd, a hollow person in other people's mouths, but they wanted to push me to death. Later I figured out that silence cannot buy mercy, and kindness cannot feed the wolves. So I smoked a cigarette, raised my fists, and plunged into the muddy water that they despised the most. I became the perpetrator and what they called a bad person, but tell me, compared to those sanctimonious onlookers, where did I die?
Intention: The cruelest thing in the world is never the fate of being cut to pieces, but when a person has all his good intentions and hopes crushed, he can only live in the turbid current like what he hates most, and become a tragic world that no one cares about in this era.