The price of kindness soared, and I didn't buy it.

Conscience is cheap, and people on the street are selling it.

I walked over and over again, but I still couldn't find anything satisfactory.

But the streets are full of masks of friendship.

Toys "love" are also sold in piles.

Cherish has been trampled underfoot and has been deeply embedded in the ground.

* * This is a poem that regards people's precious feelings as commodities and expresses the indifference of the world through what they "see".