She was drunk and confused and pulled me to say some annoying nonsense.
Crying and laughing at the same time, it makes people almost go crazy.
The odor of alcohol floated on the keyboard of the piano, disturbing the calm notes.
Before the last piece of music ended, she gave me an old card in a drunken state of tears.
She said her secret was in this card.
She asked me to go to the end of the stairs, put on those fake clothes, and play the role of her sweetheart.
I think she was just too drunk.
But her tearful eyes confused my dull heart.
Why did I get stuck?
The game begins right on the keyboard...
Everyone has his or her own mask.
Doctor, stepmother, scholar, lawyer, teacher, third party,...
Traitor, informer, double-faced man; angel, death...
All play the role of perfect lovers.
How do I spot their flaws?
Motto: Life is just a game
