If there are so many things in the world, why do you treat her like this?
She is her, but she is not her after all. She is being manipulated like a puppet on strings.
One day, she thought she had met the light
But he just pushed her ruthlessly into the abyss
That's light, it doesn't belong to her after all, right?
Everyone laughs at her
She laughs at herself, at her own incompetence, at her so-called feelings
Finally, she put on a fake smile, her eyes were so sad
The clouds and smoke of the past are all the prologue
In this world, only winners are qualified to speak
Intention: We cannot change reality after all
