I am in this huge situation, the most ordinary, insignificant, and ordinary person in this greedy world, playing tricks and tricks, and not hesitate to tarnish my soul in order to survive. The people around me explained to me the definition of reality more perfectly through their betrayals again and again. I originally thought I would always live like this, with the hypocrisy that made me sick but became more and more sophisticated.
I remember that on your wedding day, I pointed a gun at your bride and asked you through gritted teeth whether you believed I dared to kill her.
You said with a smile: "I believe it. You dare to bankrupt my company, you dare to kill my bride in front of me, you dare to set fire to it, and you dare to rob me. But you dare not tell me that you love me."
Your eyes are clear and your smile is innocent. On the upper left side of your chest, where your heart is beating, my name is written one by one. The gentle voice seems to spread from the distant horizon: "I dare."
But then, who held a cold gun against my chest, and spoke in the same tone as before
"What should I do? I don't seem to dare to do it now. So, you should still hate me."
Then he fired a shot hard, letting everything return to zero with this loud noise.
The country has withered, the beauty has grown old, and I don't know when you will come back.