I was born as a human being and fell into this confused world unintentionally. I had no time to react and could not escape.
My life is like a dream, and in the dream is the future I am looking forward to.
The torture in this world has repeatedly inadvertently plucked the strings of pain, and I don't want to think about it.
Under the cruelty of reality, there is a beauty that cannot help but sink.
I don't want to be tortured, so I secretly hide in a gentle and uninhabited land, hoping for relief.
I am always woken up in my sleep, silently accepting the silent oppression, and tiredness crawls all over my face.
Step by step, through the light of angels, I fantasize about the ups and downs that are not part of my own life plot.
Why is this happening?
Maybe I can only imagine.
How lucky I am, in my dream, I am living well.
Those happiness are things I have never had before.
I think it is enough to have this dream in this life.
When I woke up from the dream, it was time for me to leave.
I hope I can never wake up from this dream.
Purpose: May all people with tragic fate in the world have a sweet dream
