She was elegant like a black rose.
Seductive was the perfume of her, that man could not resist the lure.
Aroma was her name,pervading every veins of that man.
Strolling under the moonlight,she and he were the most matched Ka ever seen.

That man and that high heeled trampled Ka with a spear,stabbing over and over again.

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The phrase, inconvenient truth ,once Ka picked up from someone’s blog,popped up that frequently during these days.
Life is a ruthless tyrant,savoring the hedonic slaughters;Love is the sweentener which he would like to offer you at the last minute,as the mercy bestowed, and then kill the heavenly kid with the candy made in hell.

Here isn’t a broken heart sobbing, but a sob story is breaking a heart.

Can smiles dissimulate all the sorrows? or being dumby is another way out?

Ka do pay admiration for that guy,though…
Love stuff is of mess,that is troublesome or even loathsome.Yearning for love is quite an accumulation of black bile.

Is Ka the one who resigned because of the despair,and took nothing serious afterwards and doomed to be fundementally unhappy but still camouflaged with hilarity to take on the lone?
What a pity!