Chapter 4 The General and the Prostitute (Four)

  After all, who is it?

  What kind of person can make such a beautiful person want to devote herself to him for a lifetime?

  "But I am a prostitute"

  She sat down and the swing of her skirt revealed a large expanse of white underneath.

  Faint red marks

  She tore her collar with her hands all the way down to her chest.

  There is more and more red seal

  Her faintly cool smile

  I am a prostitute.

  She couldn't help but light another cigarette and blew out smoke rings.

  Want to talk about past things

  She puffed on a cigarette and said to me

  I don't want to know who he likes

  I don't care what she looks like, whether she smokes or drinks alcohol.

  Who cares if he gets drunk and cries with a broken heart because of her

  But do you understand?

  I'm just really envious of her

  Why don't you marry into a good family?

  Prostitute's meal

  Continue putting the cigarette in his mouth

  Exhale a ring of smoke gently

  Watching smoke rings, wondering what's on his mind

  I got up and prepared to leave

  No one wants it

  She said

  They ridiculed me for being too strong

  Laugh at me with different men

  They say I

  How dare you say I'm shameless

  But I know myself

  The pleasure brought by a moist body is enough to fill the emptiness in one's heart.

  She is a prostitute

  Every day I long for the darkness, yet I am also afraid of the darkness.

  Darkness invades

  She walks on different people's beds

  But she has only loved one person

  Late at night

  She still stood alone on the deserted street

  She looked at the student wearing revealing and sexy clothes

  She threw away her cigarette butt and spat on the ground, calling her a bitch.

  She sat on the ground smoking with her hand touching the scar on her head

  She was making up in front of the mirror.

  She said in front of the mirror

  I am different from them

  You know

  Yes, he knows

  He's already gone

  Laughing at the hypocritical face in the mirror

  Walking away in high heels

  The courtesan vowed to drink all the strong liquor in the world.

  Tasted all kinds of strong smoke in the world

  I just don't want to be lonely

  She held a cigarette in one hand

  One hand holding wine

  She took one last drag on her cigarette

  Drank the last mouthful of wine

  She was tearful and muttering to herself

  I vaguely heard her say

  A woman without love must be very pitiful

  She walked unsteadily with a bottle of wine in her hand

  She kept saying she wasn't drunk but couldn't stop crying

  Laughing and falling down, crying and pushing away everyone's hands