Is it the curse of the noble gods, or the entanglement and corruption of the original character and the changed character?
"God, could it be that I am the sinful person...
"Life is good. "
I love painting, but I was blinded and lost all my loyalty. The life I lived with so much color was only gray.
I love poetry, but I lost my faith and dreams and let them pluck out my last feather.
I love music, but day after day it affects every nerve in me like a doll. I pick up a familiar pen but can no longer write a single line of lyrics. Red ink spurts out, and just touching it quickly infects my entire body.
The roses that bloom into a disaster are not brilliant, but desolate.
My simple and stupid art and persistence, due to their criticism and bullying, led to my darkness.
"Stupid dream, you deserve to be bullied. "
"You can never be loved with false kindness. "
The stars fell into the dust and were trampled to pieces.
A pair of hands picked it up.
Purpose: life