I would rather not exist — I am a burden, that you carry hard. I am a waster, that disturb your life. I am stubborn, that ablaze your temper. What’s my talent? Being a trash. What did I contribute? I don’t know. Why do I exist? For wasting others. I just lay down, and type my poetry. I just feel it, write it and imagine it. For my whole life, I’m living in my bubble. I’m an ant, in the abyss, who don’t know outside. I don’t worth a precious life God gave me… — 寧可不曾存在 不想成為重負 不想變成壓力 不想成為浪費 上帝細心創造 一個漂亮宇宙 只因我的罪擔 破壞一切恩典 我是一文不值 天份我不值得 貢獻甚也沒有 消失了又何妨？ 只懂得寫悲歌 只有點想象力 外面世界怎了 我根本不知道 上帝啊！ 你為何創造我？ 我只是垃圾 :(
