I am a man, not a god. Tell me about it.

I am a human being, not a god, but a living person with a realistic version of secular desires. I can't help crying in the face of sadness. When the happy event comes, I will jump with excitement, but I am entangled in the emotional world, but it is difficult to tell.

I am a inexperienced person, fragile and sad. I can't get out. I can't help myself. I still have scruples. I don't want to tell my relatives and friends. I'd rather hide in my own world, Lacrimosa, hate my incompetence, complain about social injustice, have no desire to make friends, tears all over my clothes, and feel depressed. My youth fled quietly in sadness, and my face gradually lost its luster in misfortune. I feel that I have really changed from a white swan to an ugly duckling, from a princess grandson admired by the world to a malicious accusation spurned by everyone. I can't accept the transition from heaven to hell, and I can't appreciate the mythical transformation from Snow White to Cinderella. I cried, I shouted, and my voice spread all over the world, but there was no response; I tell, I complain, and anger travels through time and space, but I can't get sympathy. I stood around the origin and looked around, everything was so dark, as if pieces of Burmese gauze covered my clear sight; I am confused, I am at a loss, where is the attractive beauty? I am lonely, I am lonely, where is the hot and cheerful world? I asked myself more than once? What answered me was the cold mountain, the dead swimming water, the desolate island and the cold world. At this time, I can no longer resist my crazy emotions. I am furious, I curse, I rush, I can't wait to escape from this emotionless world and get rid of human suffering.

Suddenly, the cries of my relatives sounded in my ears, which calmed my angry mood. Shouts hindered my steps towards the abyss, and I slowly stopped moving and began to think about a new life.