Underneath the disguise of an angel is a cold heart
They all say that I am as pure and elegant as a pear blossom. I am cared for in their hands and have no knowledge of the world. In their eyes, I am a simple, elegant and innocent angel. Yes, angel, what a beautiful title, but after all, it does not belong to me, right?
To them, my blood is dirty, restless, and cold. The word "angel" has been missed by me since I was born, just because... Well, since I am an angel to you, so be it. But why, you still let me know, since this is a secret, why not hide it? Why? Ah ha ha ha!
I'm not an angel, yes, I've known this for a long time, but why are you sad? You have no heart! Why is all this happening...
I'm tired, really tired, I can't pretend anymore, my nature is: greedy, bloodthirsty, ruthless... But I just want to live with a generous, elegant, innocent face...
What should I do if I can't pretend anymore? Come on, let's play a game, a game at the cost of my life. When the game is over, I will be free...
Why do you still give me a chance? I am obviously so sinful, why do you still give me a chance? I'm tired. If there is an afterlife, I don't seek glory and wealth, but can I live a mediocre life? My most beloved father...
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The theme of this article is modern writing, mixed with stories from past lives.
Concept: Behind the mask is reality