A favorite writer once said that God is also a person - so I believed it.
Until today, I finally had sex with him, separated by dreams, but he turned out to be a real person, and he told me: I want to give you happiness.
Because you are a poor person.
This is the world I live in,
Truth and lies coexist, conspiracy is attached to innocence
It's just that it exists in my imagination, and it's expanding all the time.
The ones I love, the ones I hate, the strangers I know, all the different people I meet
Thousands of them have passed through my life, they exist on the opposite side of me
I fight alone
I can only continue to speculate,
I am a poor man.