Laughing at you, I'm broke, and I love to fight for the mirror. I'm afraid that luck will disappear in an instant. I am obsessed with greed, anger, joy, anger and resentment. I am too greedy for power and love.
The funny thing is that you and I are wasting our thoughts in vain, intrigue against each other, and like to chase the illusory beauty in the mirror.
Because I'm afraid that I can't keep happiness around for a long time, I'm afraid that happiness will be far away from me in the next second, and I can't extricate myself from greed, anger, joy, hate and anger.
Please accept the answer and support me.