There is no eternity in this world.

At least, that's how it is for you personally!

It's when you croak that the world really starts to work.

It's like the sun that has just been born in the universe!

You are the only protagonist in this world, and the rest of the people exist because of you, many people, many things, pretend to exist from time immemorial, just to let you really integrate into this world, let you change from acting to real life.

Sensual pleasure deprives us of our understanding of the real world.

Whether we live well in this world, your acting skills, depends on whether the script you get is a comedy or a tragedy, a Mary Sue script or a hard struggle script, a Long Aotian script or an unlucky documentary like "The Last Bang Bang".

When you die, the world disappears, and everything we thought was good will disappear...... What a stump this is.

In a year's time, I will reach the age of knowing my destiny, and I am often ashamed of myself because I have been too conformist in my previous life.

Even now, I still refuse to live pervertedly, which is the biggest shame in my life.

Running naked in the wilderness, rolling in the bustling city, shouting in the wind, dancing in the rainstorm, asking for a price from the most beautiful woman, spitting on the most knowledgeable, stooping to the ordinary, erecting genitals to the powerful......

I've never done any of the above, but it's what I want to do the most at this moment.

I can't do what I want to do the most...... So, I'm a real loser!

Hide in the dark, look at everyone like fools, proud like emperors; Standing in the light, I feel that I am the only one in the world who is stupid, humble as a potato with dirt.

This is another kind of gasping pervert squeezed under a boulder, a lowly, lewd pervert that is hopeless!

Luckily, I, who run my own world in the real world, still have the ability to write stories.

In my story, I'm free to fly......

I still like to eat, so I put my imagination, my brain, my internal organs, and everything I have on the table, prepare the tableware, taste it little by little, and repay myself with my own flesh and blood.

The next story is not about food, but also about food, after all, on the Chinese table, as big as the stars of the universe, as small as dust ants, can be placed on the table, accompanied by their own flesh and blood to savor his original taste.

- Love you and 2 June 1st written before the perversion