Those who try to hurt me will hurt you too
And the secret poison that was supposed to be inflicted on me
Through my work, I leave rust marks and insomnia on your body like a net.
My love, I don't want the hatred that hurts me
Cover the blooming moonlight on your forehead
I don't want to let the distant and forgotten sadness
In your dreams, drop its useless crown of swords
Hostile footsteps follow me
When I laugh, horrible grimaces imitate my face
When I sang, jealousy cursed me with gritted teeth
And that is, my love, that is the shadow left by life to me
It's my heels and my empty clothes chasing me
Like a scarecrow with a bloody smile
——Evening (Pablo Neruda)
Silent Hill, Master/Key, Lost on 7th Street
Why can the universal/key be so harmonious? ! Got a laugh? !
The author is a psychopath, his brain circuit is not right...