Live or die?
I'm in great pain today.
Epilepsy, epilepsy, epilepsy,
It has been more than forty years.
Of course,
And my dear terrible depression.
My mother scolded me.
Suddenly I felt that there was no last resort.
My painting here is nothing, isn't it?
Collaborative galleries, illustration associations
They all think I'm worthless.
I feel like I'm in the middle of death.
I want to laugh.
I think my way is gone.