弗兰克叔叔

“Alone, sober, he walked toward the lake, only to find he wasn't there anymore.

Alone, drunk, he walked toward the lake, only to find the misery will always be there.

So who's the murder?

He who submitted to the world?

Or the world who says“Pervert…Faggot…Hell…Disease…”?

Never alone, one day he will walk toward the lake

With “the one”

With his beloved family

With the true himself. ”

发现英文短评特别容易超字数（郁闷）