Without dignity, you have long since left me. Stop calling me an angel, stop being obsessed. You hate me, and you begin to yearn for freedom, for your own forest. And I became a domesticated deer, unable to face the world of jackals, tigers and leopards. Do you really want me to leave? Want me to endure the bloody storm alone, tearing my body and mind apart?
Trapped in your birdcage, it's not the same. Is the world so cruel? Your meanness, your viciousness, your animal heart. I was pushed to the edge of the world by you, the stones under my feet rolled a thousand feet, and the magma of hell was calling.
Why am I willing to be by your side, because of love? Because of infatuation? Because of you, I am not alone? Why are you so cruel to me? Because of boredom? Because I'm tangled? Because you want to be free? You can have your freedom, I just want to be by your side. I do not know why either. I am willing.
Until I have your child. Until I fell. Until you abandon me. Until, I wandered the world. Until, I am in danger. Until we meet again.
How are you feeling at this moment? Embarrassing perhaps? Maybe you think I still love you? Do you think I forgot? How can you forget? I am torn apart by you. From now on, it will never be found.
do i hate you? No one hates you more than I do. A pistol for your birthday, right? I hope we can end this misfortune easily.
I am so tired. No strength to argue with you, no strength to demand your atonement, no strength to avenge you.
I am so tired. Tired of life, full of sadness.
I used to be simple and pure, is that wrong? I used to be naive, is that guilty? I used to trust you so much, can't I? Why? Why? I'm going to end up like this, to be rewarded like this. Am I guilty?
Countless nights, I have asked myself countless times, countless tears have corroded my heart. How do I fall asleep? How can I have the strength to open my eyes to face the sun tomorrow? Why? Are these things happening to me?
am i stupid?
How can I free myself. Can I go to heaven if I die under your gun? I think I should be able to. Restore my angel's heart.
let me die. The blood flowed into a lake, gradually freezing. I lay on the lake, quietly looking at heaven. Sadness becomes wings, protects my body, holds up my heart, and flies toward my dreams.
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