"God, am I guilty?" I asked with tears. "My child, everyone is guilty. I will forgive you. Say it with me, Amen."
"Stop talking about God's advertising slogans, there is no God! Hum!"
That day, when you walked out of the hospital, my heart was no longer wandering. I had you again, and you had me again, and we were no longer lonely.
"Unlucky guy." You called me with a smile, "Huh, broom star!" I cried, looking at your thin face with tears in my eyes.
"Huh, you're not dead."
From being in harmony with the face but not in the heart, to being in harmony with the heart but not in the face,
Why are you so bad and I love you so much?
Why are you so lucky and I am so unlucky?
You are just the broom star that brings me bad luck.