God, why hurt your own son?（上帝，为什么要伤害您的儿子？）)

During the whole dark nights, I hope I could see the light from the sunset place or the one from the dawn, but how could I? It’s cloudy, stormy nights and days, from the day on. Hearing the old songs, reminding the old things, tasting the old feelings, try to let all things existing in the old days come out to stay with me, but why they always became fog and rain, when teas out!Can I forget the voice? Can I believe future things? Can I still go on? Can I see the new scene? I’m scared, afraid, frightened…! Is the hell a world that needs no heart, no love, no emotion, no past? If so, it’s really the most excellent place for man and woman who has disappointed about the true-feeling sky. Oh, god you have no power, no spirit, no mind. You make a world for us, but why there is too much benefit between people, too much false, too many tears, too much pain, you want to let your sons be hurt here then they all went back to you, to believe that only under your arms, there is the most perfect place to live forever? However you make the world, you want your son to weep, to lose, to be a pure saint. Oh, god, then why you let me down to this place. This place is not for me. It lets you love, but always leave you alone when you are deeply in it. It tells you love is the most wonderful, marvelous thing in the world, but doesn’t tell you it’s also the most heart-struck thing. Are you lying? Oh,god!! You are doing what, you are hurting your son, your own son…!

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