Sometimes I wonder if there are several parts of myself in my body, split apart by countless sorrows and pains, excitement and helplessness.
Harsh noises, eyes full of hatred, I am an excluded vagabond.
Anyway, on the eve of summer, I met Jiecai again at the foot of Maomao Mountain. There was no so-called redemption, but I was determined that if the world was like this, disappearing with her would be a good choice.
The world is like this, full of disappointments and ups and downs, forcing me to bear the expectations and disgust of others, and walking away indifferently after I am hurt.
But Jiecai took my hand, she touched my scar, and said softly: "I will fly away from this world with you."
It's not that the world is in chaos, it's just that I suck.
Intention: None yet