A red apple

木已 Muyi

Dirty clothes, hands covered in mud, clutching a red apple tightly

Gray rainy day, clothes soaked and mixed with tears

Not sure whose fault it is, but never giving up, striving to survive

In those dark days, the touch and dirty words of dirty humanity

Envious glances, disdainful looks, eyes lacking confidence

Life was never easy, why can't we get along

That little girl cursed the heavens with eyes full of hatred

Why can't we treat everyone fairly, why has this world lost its freedom

The little girl, mocked by others, tightly clutched a red apple

With a face full of disappointment, she left that place

Who would want to become the next her, with so little power

Only able to act according to the words of those people, living in bitterness

If there is a God in this world, why is there a lack of love

If there is a devil in this world, that little girl would surely eliminate them all

She doesn't need their blessings; that little girl can continue to grow

She likes to gaze at the blue sea, but here, the sea is black

Special people don't have special love, even her biological parents don't want her

All the efforts she put in turned to ashes, and she couldn't help but curse the heavens

Please let me out quickly; it's too dark here, and I can't see or touch anything

And please don't try to persuade me anymore; it's not rebellion, it's learning to mature

The situation here is not good; run fast, take the one you love with you

Running hard on the soil, a bunch of people chasing after her

Damn world, in the end, she can't escape, the pain of punishment can't be sung

The tears shed have already solidified, and the taste is not bad

You want her to continue crying, without anyone's help, how dark it is

She cries, she cries, crying non-stop

Here, there are only wretched people, no good people, so don't pity me

I've already gotten used to being beaten like this, whether they're drunk or not

A room full of foul odors, without a trace of tenderness

A story without emotions, just a sad tale

There's nothing more to say, and I don't want to waste too many words

She has always yearned for the bustling city, for safe days

She can try, but she just can't run out of that dark place

The corruption of human nature has made her vomit many times

She didn't want to see it, but it was all too easy to witness those unpleasant scenes

A slightly bloody red apple rolled to her feet

She took a bite and found the taste delicious

Perhaps she too is slowly turning into a demon

Learning how to play a hypocritical role, no need for thanks, just revenge

Everything is already too late, everything is already too late