They said I was crazy.
But I just couldn't find a bed where I could sleep peacefully in a crowded home;
In front of the people closest to me, I can't say a word that can be understood.
Insomnia, delusions, and emotional loss of control,
It's not a disease I chose, it's an injury forced by life.
I once met a beam of light named Azhen.
But I can't even save myself, so how can I keep the light?
Later I was imprisoned in a mental hospital,
Only then did I understand:
The quietest collapse, the most silent despair,
The easiest thing to think of is crazy.
