head out and blind to you all the same
bitter opened his eyes fall on the retina spot
is a one-act play you this perfect setting
deaf and hearing all the same to you
loud clamor to stop the brain echoed since shrill scream
is the best silent film soundtrack your life
in your hands but without a gun and pulled the trigger life
to love a fatal blow to
the life and death to you all the same
you only care about revenge moments
and clever, like eating black
Does the wonderful self-destructive tendency of mankind so admit to love?
The lingering in life has become an unforgivable oblivion at this moment.
Use a wig to use a wig to harm others
and then? Eloped separately.
For example, when you fly into the sky and I dive into the deep sea
, smiling bitterly under the pressure of silent cold water,
do you want to admit that you are in love?
Adding extras to the one-man show:
We sit on a wishful thinking island holding hands,
but it looks like the mainland. We go
to worship Buddha once in April, and
then we will smirk
or love or not love you when we announce our withdrawal from the show business. It’s all the same.
You’re addicted to the pain.
Addicted
to the violence and tenderness of this life. You can’t give up loneliness and personal heroism. You
can only extend everything: the period of choice, the time of broadcasting...
extend, extend, then extend, infinite Extend...
* Ah, I tried my best..
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