When there's no future, how can there be sin? We're the flowers in the dustbin, we're the poison in your human machine. We're the future, your future.
今天下午接阮囝下課的時候走在路上覺得脖子癢癢的。伸手過去卻發現手上有隻綠繡眼？？？叫了阮囝看了拍了照片想把牠放走，牠卻不願意離開。移近樹叢又再次飛回我手上。一直嘗試到第三次牠才願意飛走。我的氣勢已經弱到連小鳥都不怕我了嗎？
