The Illusion of the End of the Century

If the world is a black hole that cannot be filled, Then we are all just hourglasses that can never reach the end. The palms and backs of my hands are all flesh, you are not me. How could you understand the insincerity of my words? I always thought that as long as I swallowed my anger, I would be able to compromise and get the peace I wanted, but fate went against me. The more you want, the harder it is to get it, and the more you want, the more you have to pay. If it were you, family and love, what would you sacrifice first?