God gave me a pen and ordered me to write the rules of the world.
He said, don't modify or make things up, just follow your own eyes and record it truthfully.
He gave me the ability to never forget, a pair of dark eyes that can see into people's hearts,
And an exquisite heart with seven orifices that can see through the world.
I am grateful for God's gift and write poems praising God.
Until the illusion of pavilions and waterside pavilions disappears in the sky,
I am alone in the swamp of shadows, struggling but with no end.
Just be a human being.
The idle clouds and wild cranes are astonishingly long.
(It's a bit similar to a critical article. Although it's BL, I don't plan to write the emotional line, so be careful to avoid lightning.)
Purpose: Partially critical