Who is weeping?

——写给《当尼采哭泣》

It's not the first time to take to you, Nietzsche

Why I always have so many words to say

Just because I am similar to you, I don’t think so

I know you are wrong, and I am wrong as you

Could you tell me what ruin your life

The war, the love, or the betrayal

None of them, but the freedom in your imagine

For which you throw away all your responsibilities

You are very proud that you can make any choice

So brave to face your loneliest loneliness

But you forget no duty means without status

Can you point out who is abandoned firstly, you or world?

You are so in deed of protection

That you are accompanied by yourself

It's easy to make you believe

Nothing is needed to survive