Ashamed of Rotting You and Me, Lingering over the Years

In this world penetrated by pain, With a sense of guilt, I embarked on the road to find what my mother called "freedom." Everything is never as good as before, never as expected, The past seems to wrap around my soul and choke my throat, Until "that voice" appears again. Those memories buried in the dust, those people and things that should have disappeared from life We seek or are forced. Was it actually due to decay? Or... Intent: The ugliness of human nature has subtly changed the fate of countless people. The so-called freedom is just a tool to strangle human thoughts, and it is human beings who give it such meaning. There is no absolute evil and good for everyone, but if evil and good are mixed, it will only cause people's souls to gradually become entangled and rotten in the entanglement.