Perhaps it was fate that the encounter at that moment resulted in half a lifetime of happiness and half a lifetime of pain. I am both lucky and unlucky. You chose me that year and stayed with me for five years, making me unable to bear the darkness of depravity. Then, you left me and left, for the so-called "atonement". Is this love? More like shackles. I hate you, but I can't bear to let you go. I said, write it down, use this psychedelic autobiography to commemorate you and forget you. (Apologies for the illegible cover)
Purpose: Praise the beauty of love and show the good and evil of human nature