She stood under the colorful lights, feeling lonely. She didn't know how long she could hold on. It's not that I haven't doubted it, it's not that I haven't seen it clearly, but this seemingly brilliant but actually rotten life has penetrated deep into my bones and I can't get rid of it. Such decadent indulgence, she knew, would never be able to fill the void and forget the past.
Playing songs every night, getting drunk, sleeping with men, and sleeping out. Pack after pack of poisons have exhausted all her strength and eaten away at her original soul. She has fallen deeper and deeper and is unable to resist. Where is the end? Where can I see the end point?