A Killer's Life

Either kill or be killed, well, the naive poet can only escape to the dreamland`

It's really a numb life

Sighing, speechless

Is there no way? Still can't stand the pain... Or am I so numb that I'm used to it... I don't know... Right or wrong... I just hope to live the rest of my life... The dream comes out... The soul is gone... It's useless... It's useless...

That is the true life of us.

Once a person loses his heart. It's like killing yourself.

Oh my God! Fiant!