The night is blurry, who leans on whose shoulder; the world is so sophisticated, who relies on whose support.
Since ancient times, people have laughed at poverty but not at prostitution. They have laughed at shame and poor appearance. Who knows the miserable world of little people and the dark unemployment of big people.
Tonight, if you are rich, I will sit here with you; tomorrow he will be in power, and I will sleep with his hair and ears. Who is right and who is wrong, who dies and who survives, I only know that I am confused for a while and divide him half of the country.
The heart of right and wrong is an old feeling. You hurt me all over, but I will send you to jail... It seems like a conscience, but if you take advantage of it, the interests are at hand, and kindness will be put aside.
What should I do? You have turned me into this, how can you expect to be as dedicated as ever and hurt my back?
In that year, that month, that day, strife was stained with blood, and I stopped thinking about it. From now on, from now on, any offense that comes into my hands will not be the same as before. Blurred by wine and sex, I am enchanting and bewitching, gnawing at your heart and soul. Your misfortune is my great fortune.