This life is still the mortal world that I have not seen through,
After all, there is some love, some hate, and some reluctance
I walked down the street in despair, who were they? Who I am?
Maybe he is nothing, he is just a mutated goblin, wandering on the edge of humans, gods, monsters and ghosts. He does not belong here, does not belong there, and does not belong anywhere.
Schemes within schemes, loops within loops, nests within nests, locks within locks, do you still want those who hate and those who hate? Do you still want those loves and loves?
The flame that lit up half the sky. Did he die in the fire, or was he reborn?
A mysterious birth and a mysterious ending...
Can I be happy in this life?