Failed life - Fujieda Grave | iugo's blogbus

I have lived half my life, and there is not a single thing that I am proud of. I have a failed life.

A failed life, I will not say it easily. I have a strong self-esteem, but I don't have a strong will, just like a bird that craves the blue sky but has lost its wings. Without wings, I can only stay on earth.

On earth, experiencing the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty life of ordinary people. But I see beauty and ugliness constantly collide and impact here, sparks splashing, splashing on my heart, scalding my naive heart. I suddenly realized that I don't even know the society I live in; the upper layer's air is dirty, money and power transactions, the lower layer's water is black and smelly, ignorance and stupidity. I am full of fear and uneasiness, always worried and anxious all day. The colorful city during the day, the brilliant neon lights at night, turns out to be just a morning mist illusion, and beauty seems to have become a mirage.