For a person like me, I may never be able to truly like others in my life. What I fall in love with is myself who is unloved but passionate.
I am terribly selfish and only love myself, just like her.
I am a radical idealistic egoist, and she is a realistic idealist crushed by life.
I am a wild rose, but she likes daisies
I know we have no future, she has never thought about our future, and I love in a hurry and have no time to think about it.
We are all the poor bastards in the world's cliche
Intention: It's good to be alive
