The dancer performed a dazzling spin on the stage, and all she got was a reward of a cigar.
The singer shyly played quietly behind the bead curtain, and all she got was the nostalgia of a bracelet.
The romantic girl moves charmingly in the man's arms, and all she gets is the reward of a night of fantasy.
There is nothing in this world that cannot be measured by money.
Friendship? Love?
That is just the hypocrisy that the poet repeatedly argued, and it is just the self-deceiving sigh of the world because they are not rich people who can leisurely enjoy red wine.
In this city, what's flashing in the neon lights is falsehood
Fragility has caused millions of people to die in return
Take a sip of red wine,
This bloody stage spins
The fun never stops