Tie everyone up
But always eager.
That illusory freedom
I walked in by myself.
Just like the same fish
Keep going, keep fighting
The front is so deep and vast that it is a nightmare.
cold
Gloomy weather
I drink pigeons to quench my thirst.
Become a slave
Flesh of desire
Disturb a pool of ghosts
Fly separately
Split up and escape
Fate refuses to wander.
Moths chase fire.
That's a belief.
Stealing is a crime.
Later people told me that.
I have nothing.
Clothes are on me.
The shoes are lying under your feet.
Food is still waiting to die in the stomach.
I stole it.
I am guilty.
We have nothing.
We are all committing crimes.
I am natural.
Nature has no attributes.
No stealing
No crime
Society is just an agreement.
The goddess of wisdom told me that I was wandering.
Your so-called freedom.
It's just a cloudy glass of wine at midnight.
Getting also means losing.
So I always choose empty-handed.
Fate refuses to wander.
Moths chase fire.
That's a belief.