Who can write a poem about a gold digger? I don’t think anyone has written it.

There is no one left but money.

For gold, you can create bad relationships.

Don’t care about the true feelings of the world,

Just care about your own food and clothing.

If you have money, you are a guest.

How can you sleep without a car?

If you are abandoned one day,

Who will come to ask about hunger and cold again?