I'm Not True

In the morning mist, I fell into bottomless despair Like an evil spirit reborn from hell, struggling upwards Hoping for a little bit of hope and love But once again I was immersed in the cold tide The intertwining of youth and reality, the deep pain of longing and betrayal, pulls us towards the dark end in the distance. In the end, it seems that this is the only way we can do it. After all, we can't tell whether we are alive or dead.