純真年代

When I finished my works.
and I turned back to him.

He knew everything...

Maybe not EVERYthing.
But enough.

Enough for us to be silence for the rest of our lives.

I was wondering, how can it always happened like this?
Bad things slapped on my face,
crashed in front of me at the same time?

I did nothing right.
Although it seemed that I didn't do anything recently,
But I've got no energy now.

Fight for living.
But livinf for...??