Why Not Be a Gangster

Only two extreme people in this world will ascend to the altar, the kind of existence that tramples everything in the world, and the kind of people who look up to the height of heaven. One is a lucky person who is extremely favored by fate, and the other is a monster who is extremely jealous and strangled by fate. He, a man worshiped by gods and raped by the goddess of fate, everything in this world is just a joke to him. As long as it is what he wants, there is no place that his hands cannot touch. He was a monster who was abandoned by fate, but fought back fiercely and raped the goddess of fate. To him, there was no such thing as failure in the world, only cowards who were willing to compromise their fate. When these two most extreme figures in the world confront each other, who will win and who will lose. Devil, when the devil tramples on the last bit of conscience in this world, maybe it can awaken the sleeping true knowledge. Therefore, it is true that it is the gestation of the devil that gives birth to true knowledge, but the true knowledge that is born will eventually kill the devil. Is this an irony of reality? In his eyes, the truth, from head to toe, is a complete joke. This thing just fails to reveal the dirt behind the lies. This is like a prostitute who puts on clothes to cover her filth. She still looks like a goddess in people's hearts when walking on the street. When one day the clothes of the goddess in their hearts slipped off, people realized what a big lie God had told them. Beauty, in this world that pays more and more attention to fake things, I am afraid that if you can tell the gender of a beautiful woman on the street, people on the roadside will say that she is your lover, haha. But we should also be grateful for the progress of science and technology, so that the era will not stay in the Jurassic era. Everyone understands, haha. Just because it is love, even if the end of love is reincarnation, Bury love in the loess, love will only grow old at night, Some are ridiculous, some are pathetic, and some are deplorable. How many people can clearly see the buried faith behind the myth, the myth created by faith. How many people can understand the true feelings buried behind faith, the faith supported by true feelings. How many people can guess the buried loneliness behind the true love, the lonely and helpless support. When tears fall to the ground and spill out the taste of my heart, can my fingers still touch the warmth of holding hands? The words about the withered kiss flower tell the story of the eyes that fell to the ground, and whether looking back can still arouse the heartbeat of staring. The tenderness after turning around is the teardrop that wakes up the dreamer at night, hanging the half of the lips in the night sky, the crescent moon is curved, and the night is slightly cool. Love will always come, but when reality forces faith to retreat, stubbornly waiting still has some chance of winning. Love should always come, even if you get a little closer, you can lock a spring in your eyes.