Debts from past lives, fate in this life,
What God confiscates from you will one day return it to you.
A new journey, a feeling of heart,
Be it a killer or a thief,
Two hearts, one redemption.
There was a girl who flamboyantly walked in and out of my world, and lived in my heart freely. One day, she disappeared again, leaving only a hole, with the wind blowing in. It was empty and could not be filled...
Yiman'er, you abandoned me and left. When I thought life was good, you left alone. What could be a greater punishment than this? Imman, tell me, what should I do? What should I do?
A desireless life without pursuits, there is no difference between living and dead, crazy fighting, the thrill of life and death, is the only way to prove that I am still alive. Killing is a way to vent, being killed is a relief, this is my realization.
The thick clown makeup can hide me very well. That ugly teardrop is all my tears. Whether it is despair or pain, since the world is broken, it is better to just destroy it.