When the Ginkgo Falls

Alcohol is the holy water of cowards, I use it to baptize failure. In his blurry vision, his ex-girlfriend was holding her new love's arm, smiling dazzlingly. Dignity? At that moment, it was shattered more thoroughly than an empty wine bottle. What happened next, I completely forgot, I only remember falling into a thick, long dream. In that dream, I put the comment "Mud can't hold up a wall" into practice one by one for the rest of my life. Poverty, disease, loneliness, they all took the stage step by step as if they were well rehearsed, and I was the only audience member whose ticket could not be refunded. Until that suffocating despair pulled me out of the tomb of the "future".