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...??