Chapter 2 The General and the Prostitute (Part 2)

  She said

  There was also someone like you

  Almost for a lifetime

  Speaking of him

  The old prostitute's eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled

  He always loves wearing armor

  He doesn't like me kissing him

  He likes to smoke her favorite cigarettes

  He likes to lie on me

  Talking about their past

  He never said give me a home

  Almost for a lifetime

  The old prostitute sobbed

  She thought it was heaven's favor

  She showed him warm hospitality and asked about his well-being.

  She has a thousand charms for him

  It's just that he was never moved by what she did for him

  On his way to see him

  They also lost their last child

  Almost for a lifetime

  The room was filled with her irrepressible sorrow.

  He snatched away the half cigarette she had left behind

  Suddenly sucked dry

  He said

  Are you coming with me?

  Her eyes lit up

  Suddenly dim

  Weakly uttering a sentence

  You go

  Almost for a lifetime

  I am a bad guy

  You don't need to know my story

  He asked the old prostitute:

  Is one person's life more enjoyable than two people's lives?

  The old prostitute said

  It's no fun without him

  How can I compare with her?

  How can I be compared with her?

  I'm just a prostitute

  I don't want to do this job anymore

  Old prostitute smoking low-quality cigarettes

  Lean against the door

  To the man said

  I also want

  Go and see the scenery in other people's eyes

  Saying

  Tears streamed down her face

  This lifetime of mine

  None of them have ever been out

  Staying at home and becoming a laughing stock in other people's eyes

  Never been a landscape

  In the end she became a prostitute

  The lowest prostitute

  She doesn't know how many guests she has to receive every day

  She wore inferior lipstick

  Smoking inferior cigarettes

  Wearing clothes given by guests

  She is covered in tattoos

  Every day is spent in a daze

  But it's okay anyway

  She is not so coquettish nor so pretentious

  She always has stories and is always scenic

  Can I still go back?

  How to get back

  This face

  There is also a heart that has been tortured and broken into pieces

  She chose to be isolated in the city

  Wrapped oneself up tightly without a gap for air to pass through

  Choosing to laugh and talk dirty jokes

  Standing alone on the grave

  Whispering I love you

  Afraid of disturbing him

  There are many reasons why women become prostitutes

  He doesn't love me

  To make money

  For the sake of status

  And she was just for him

  Prostitute in hotel room

  In the car

  In the suburbs

  In the toilet

  But she just can't be in love

  She said she used to live for him

  And now it's my turn to live for him and love her in his place