Whether it's tranquility or joy
Let it surround you
When I was young and ignorant, I thought these things
Stupid and too real
I am cynical and distorted
Experienced a very dangerous growth process
I used to be as hard as granite
Obliquely looking at the sun
Don't believe anyone, especially women
I turned the small room into hell
Shattered and destroyed a lot of things
Cursing through the glass
I challenge everything around me
I am constantly being expelled and imprisoned
In and out of frequent fights and my own thoughts
Women are used to torture and scold
I have no male friends
I frequently change jobs and move
I hate vacation baby history
Newspaper museum grandma
Marriage movie spider garbage collector
British accent Spain France Italy
Walnut and orange
Algebra makes me angry
Opera makes me sick
Charlie Chaplin is a hypocrite
Flowers are for sissy
In my opinion, Anninghe joy is a manifestation of low self-esteem
Is a sojourner of weak and chaotic hearts
But when I continue my street fighting
Nearly self-destructive years
When having relationships with countless women
I slowly realized that I was nothing different
I am the same as them
Their hearts are full of hatred
Disguised by unnecessary complaints
The people who fight with me in the alley are hard-hearted
Everyone is pushing each other bit by bit
Falsified only for some trivial gains
Lies are their weapon but no plan
Darkness is a dictator
Sometimes I will be careful to make myself feel better
I found a moment of peace in a cheap rental house
Just stare at the handle on the dressing table
Or listening to the sound of rain in the dark
The less I need, the better I feel
Maybe another life has made me exhausted
I no longer find some things attractive
For example, defeating others in a conversation
Or climb onto the body of a poor drunk woman
Plunged their lives into grief
I can't accept life as it is
Unable to accept the suffering in life happily
But some parts of life are slender and magical parts
Is for people to inquire
I'm born again
I don't know when the date and time are those
But that's how the change happened
A certain part of my heart becomes unfettered and sleek
I no longer need to prove to someone that I am a man
No need to prove anything
I started to see something clearly
Cups neatly lined up behind the coffee shop counter
Or a dog walking on the sidewalk
Or the mouse on my dressing table
It just stopped there
Its ears and nose also stopped
Motionless but with a kind of vitality
Its eyes look at me, it's really a pair of beautiful eyes
Then it ran away
I started to feel good
I started to feel good in the worst case
Even if something bad always happens
For example, the boss sitting behind the desk
He had to fire me
I have been absent for many days
He is wearing a suit, tie and glasses
Say "I must fire you"
I told him "It's okay"
He must do what he should do
He has a wife and house children
There may even be a mistress for daily expenses
I feel sad for him
He is trapped
I walked under the blazing sun
This whole day belongs to me, although it's only temporary
People all over the world are strangling their throats by this world
Everyone feels angry, unfair and deceived
Everyone feels frustrated and disillusioned
I welcome the short and broken happiness
I readily accepted these things as if they were the most popular numbers
Like a painting of high heels breasts singing
Don't get me wrong
Stupid optimism really exists
Let people ignore all the most basic issues
But only for self-interest
This is a self-protection shield and also a pathological phenomenon
The knife came close to my throat again
I almost turned on that switch again
But when the good time comes
I didn't drive it away like I was fighting the enemy in the alley
I let them hug me and immerse me in
I welcome their return
I used to look at myself in the mirror
Feel ugly
But i like what i see now
Almost handsome
Yes, there are some holes and uneven pits
Some scar lumps and wrinkles
But overall it's not too bad
Almost handsome
At least better than some movie stars
Like a baby's buttocks
Finally I found
Really thinking for others is unintentional
For example, it was like this morning recently
When I left I saw my wife lying on the bed
Although I only see the shape of her head
Her quilt is pulled so high that only the shape of her head can be seen
Remember the lives and deaths of hundreds of years
There are also the pyramids that are dying
Mozart died but his music still circulates to this day
Mixed vegetables are growing, the earth is turning
The betting card is waiting for me
I see the shape of my wife's head
She is calm
I feel pain for her life
Just lie quietly under the quilt
I kissed her forehead
Went down the stairs and left home
Get into my extraordinary car and fasten my seat belt
Start reversing
Feel the warmth that extends to your fingertips
Foot on the accelerator
I entered this world again
Drove down the hill past those houses
They are either overcrowded or empty
Then I saw the postman honked the horn
He waved at me
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