May I?
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心情沉重，信手拈来，几行字。
好久没以英语书写心情，并非是英语更能表达我的心思、思想，而是，以英语书写，心情总是较平静、冷静 —— 若是中文，末了之前，我早哭了个稀里哗啦。
The beginning of life, is but a pack of lies,
Well spun and magnificently weaved,
To make one believe,
In “life”.
Well spun and magnificently weaved,
To make one believe,
In “life”.
And as for, the calls for human rights,
The screaming, the shouting, the hoo-haa, the etc,
Are nothing but sounds that attempts to,
Frailly, deafens one, blinds one,
To the reality of “life”,
To no avail.
The truth is, the beginning of life, Is the deprivation of human rights.
The calls and acts of “Create and Carve out your Path” Are weak attempts to wrestle against life
Why forth then do we persist?
Hold on, hold out, till?
– Till life past us by.
And we wonder,
Perhaps, all struggles and wrestles are,
A futile waste of strength, of beliefs and of tears.
I give up. May I?
