I suspected that my girlfriend didn't love me, so I made up all kinds of clumsy lies to test her sincerity.
I got sick, I cut my wrists, I took poison, I fell on the train
I watched with pride as she rushed over in panic again and again, enjoying her favoritism and consuming all her patience and trust.
So this time I was really lying on the cold railway tracks, and she didn't come
I'm very happy. This time I can finally leave with all the hatred and disgust in my body.
The poor little melancholy painter was attacked by the gentle and tea-smelling sister next door
Intention: I thought I loved you before you did