I was desperate and cried, but in the end, what I got in exchange was deeper betrayal and deeper despair. So I smiled. Who else can you trust in this world besides yourself? Is it that insignificant family affection? Or is it the love that is so thin that it can't be thin?
In the bustling lights, bustling traffic, and endless traffic, who can see me licking my wounds alone at night? How can a scabbed heart be torn more completely...