I watched JJ Lin's original MV, and finally JJ had an English monologue. What does Chinese mean?

Describe the story of becoming a demon because of love and gaining enlightenment because of love.

The name of the story is Killer.

-Introduction

Who needs a killer?

Black boy, is this another death? Can decide people's life and death.

And who decided the killer's life and death?

Another killer? Or, love

Black boy, what else?

Can you love?

Black boy monologue

In the sunshine, I smiled neatly without any intention, and the white suit stood out against the sunshine. There are also two dimples on your cheeks when you smile, which make many people addicted to it.

The black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose seem to explain everything better. Yes, I am a writer who can play the piano.

Suddenly, the blade necklace around her neck shook slightly. This necklace is designed by myself, with my initials in the middle: JJ.

I turned the silver bead on the necklace, pulled out a long silver thread as thin as silk and connected it to my ear.

In fact, no one will believe you if you say it. The 23-year-old boy who smiles so cleanly and innocently is a heartless killer.

Some people say that such a handsome man with a delicate and clean smile is such a heartless killer. Why come? More peerless talent, what a pity.

Every time I pretend not to hear, I just raise my mouth and smile as warm as the sun. People in the world are insidious and cunning, and only killers can see through them.

The target I started was never for any reason. I don't belong to the hired killer either, because I don't ask for any utility.

I just ... followed my own wishes.

Novelists are the most casual people in the world and have the freest human nature. The most affectionate, but can be dull for a lifetime. I have to say that the writer is a masterpiece of God and a miracle he created in the world.

So, I am also very casual. No matter what you do, including killing for no reason.

Every target I catch is innocent. All of them were completely written by me as novels, ranking first.

Glory beyond the reach of many people. The evaluation given to me by the old writer is to write clearly the other side of profound human nature, the ugly and dark soul.

They questioned. Why did such a young and sunny boy write such a vivid ugliness? They doubted the authenticity of my work and once said that they would take it to court.

A killer, looking at the heart of the world, can't write this ugly melody of cold despair. Wolves have seven unique qualities, so people also have evil human nature.

Yes, there are two selves in my body. Pure sunshine, darkness and cold.

Pure sunshine, naturally there are many fans chasing me, and I also respond warmly and sincerely. How can these innocent and lovely children make people have the heart to hurt with indifference? So, I won't let them get hurt. What I can do is to protect them with my strength, these simple and inexperienced children.

They have a common name: JM. They said, I am their king, a prince in distress with angels. Some little girls say that they want to be my angel, but I don't want to do anything but enjoy the love she gave me, because I am the king, and they just want their king to be happy. ...

To tell the truth, I am very touched, and their sincerity makes me cry.

But I will continue my cold and dark journey. Sorry, my angels.

During this time, I feel that there are two selves living in my body at the same time, forcing me to struggle constantly. The feeling of depression is very real

Some time ago, a girl came to the university. She is an exchange student from Brazil. An innocent smile, an innocent look.

I think she comes from the power of love. The love she gave me deeply touched every inch of my soul. I fell in love, I fell in love ...

My left hand pressed against the glass, and looking at her made me love her so much.

My angels are intoxicated in my novels, in my love, protection and sincerity. And I, addicted to my love for her, danced.

I love this girl.

She is the prince's princess. Angels protect the prince and save him. The prince also loves angels, but the princess can accompany the prince for the rest of his life. This is not something angels can give to each other.

But sometimes, I even love angels more than princesses. The dispute between the two of us and the dialogue between us give me a splitting headache.

I went to the flower shop and picked a bunch of lilies and put them in front of her house.

Insert a card in the center of the bouquet. I could see her surprise when she opened it.

What I stuck was a sharp blade. What, dancing? Don't you like my gift?

In the dark street, a black shadow with a hat appeared behind the dance. Cover her mouth before she reacts.

In the underground warehouse, the dance of men in black was quietly unconscious on the chair.

One afternoon, I found myself talking to myself. Different positions, we had a heated argument. I was scared and tried to imprison each other until I lost my voice. But every time it ends, it seems to take me into another deeper experience. Excited and depressed.

She is willing to leave the castle and enter my forest, so that I can take good care of her.

The shadow under the hat is me. I took off my hat and turned away with cold and gentle eyes, looking at my princess.

It's raining outside, please don't be depressed.

When you are unhappy, the tears in my eyes have already run out.

I caused the rain.

My sadness lies in your silence. Maybe you don't know the true meaning of love yet. But please believe me, you can hear my loyal answer before sunset.

My angel, I'm sorry, I can't resist.

An evil smile appeared at the corners of the mouth.

I dragged the dance to the chair and covered her nose and mouth with a handkerchief. Dance coughed a few times, and then fainted.

I injected an anesthetic into Wu Qing's vein.

The angel's love saved the prince, but the princess's refusal made the prince fall.

Slowly, but irreversibly, the darkness covered the light and the killer replaced the prince.

It's just that now the fallen prince has become a demon, completely swallowed up by evil, and angels can't save him.

Today, she still continues to sleep, like a princess in her sleep, waiting for a kiss from the prince.

I held the dance in my arms. At this time, she is as quiet as a kitten, snuggling in my arms.

I played happily for her. She was in a coma in my arms.

The music is blurred.

We are spinning in the middle of the room. Dance together under the moon. This is a world that belongs to both of us. No quarrel, full of blessings. ...

One day, Sleeping Beauty woke up.

Dancing softly, struggling in the chair.

Dancing and screaming, because of the evil me, my hands raised sharp daggers at her.

The prince sat in the corner, with his back against the wall, biting his cheek, hugging himself tightly and shaking his head while crying.

"This is not true, not true ..."

Whisper in a low voice.

I sobbed and hugged myself tightly.

I can't stop it.

The crying at the dance soon stopped.

Because the princess is dead.

I was in tears.

She said that she would dedicate herself to be with me forever and realize the perfect love between us. ...

I smiled, and I was very excited.

I picked up the dance sideways and laid it flat.

Nature's skin is clearer than her eyes. Snow-white skin is tender and smells better. I feel like a cloud, surrounded by her oxygen combined with nature, full of oxygen.

I stepped on the sewing machine and started sewing clothes.

This is a sacred beginning.

I grabbed her arm.

It is obviously evil. I devour him, just as he devours me. Lost in vertigo, completely divided personality, regrouped into an inseparable role.

She loves me, she dedicates herself to me, and she has a beautiful voice.

The supreme love is to possess her innocently.

She cried helplessly, her tears of joy, her miserable screams, and she hated me. The gods will give us infinite blessings. I swallowed her soul, she cried helplessly, and I saved her everything. Her eyes are dull and empty. She has a shallow smile on her face.

This is the evil that makes the world sink.

I smiled and stroked her long hair, and instantly took out a scalpel.

As the knife cuts, blood splashes. Collar, face, chest, everywhere.

We tried to piece together love, but nothing came to the end.

Only in this way can I fully cherish every part of you.

Shakespeare also said that my leg was stuck in a sea of blood and I couldn't stop.

It is chilling to want to turn back, just like coming to an end.

I threw the mask on my face to the ground.

There is no way out. The future is a swamp, which makes people sink deeper and deeper. Love dies in stability and sublimates in uneasiness.

I laughed wildly, my eyes cold.

I made up this wedding.

Perfect, sleeping Sandra, eternal heart, whispering, spring, eternal sincerity. Light, invitation, dry garden, close skin, fragrant soil, window of vision. Breathing, biological clock, lifting the forbidden zone, blessing.

I put on black clothes, smoothed out wrinkles and took off my glasses.

Put a crown on her, hold her head and put it on the dress.

Now, it's like I'm standing alone on an empty Yuan Ye. The back is lonely and the eyes are blurred.

This is a happy ending.

Arms flat, purple curtains behind.

Dear diary, my dance is almost finished. It rained one after another. The sun rises, and then I will leave ... but I think I have fallen in love with her (but I think I have completely fallen in love with her).

If it is true, the dance will not be complete. If it is true, I will keep it a secret myself. But I know my love for her (but I know my love for her), which is true.

The sun sets in spring, and it covers my breath. It is said that only after re-examining the conversation will one believe that love is a young belief. Soul to soul dialogue, selfless sublimation. Let's be closer. Are you cold? Are You Afraid of the Dark? Can you hear me talking about you? I always knew. I thought you knew me well. You know, deep in my heart, the almost burning fire. I am eager to show you my enlightenment, that kind of warmth from the depths of my heart is scattered on my body and surrounded. To know (you at this time), I know you must be very happy (whispering to me happily), whispering to me (whispering softly), if this is the expression of love (if this is love), I am willing to give everything (I will saereliker myself) to achieve your greatness and love.

Which one belongs to the real self, then call the other us.