Today, I am ashamed to have you in this world.
Some people are born to live,
Busy and bland;
Some people are born to prove,
The beauty of the world, warm and grateful;
Some people are born with the beauty of this world,
Simple and elegant;
There are also some people,
To live is sinful.
Do you think you're bullying and bullying me?
You're just proving that you're a nobody
Character and bottom line people.
The moment you laugh and retreat,
Whether or not you are complacent,
I thought I was going to be furious and thunderous.
As it turns out, I do.
But not for you,
It is for the sorrow of this world.
What kind of sin is it,
Will there be people like you, like you, in this world?
