You said, let me believe you, make a bet, and you will let me win. You cried all the way to Corning in the car, and cried all day long, making trouble non-stop, just because you wanted to talk to me. I want to hide, and if you find me out, I will gamble this time. If I lose, I will stay far away. In other words, as I thought before, I will go to teach, teach a few children, and then earn some money to support my parents. After fulfilling all my responsibilities, I will take the medicine I saved in the small glass bottle, have a good sleep, and then it will be over. I don't want to have a next life either. I'm not completely materialistic. I'm also afraid of ghosts and the dark. I don't want a next life either. I just want to return to dust and return to dust. I don't want to worry about it anymore and I'm very tired of it. Don't let me lose.
Intention: Remember the trivial things that I will forget
