I worked hard to get my words, but I stumbled and lost my love.
What is youth.
It's just a flower in the mirror and the moon in the water. Can't catch it, can't see through it.
After the gorgeous appearance fades away, all that remains is a soul full of holes.
Everyone has an injury that may be obvious or hidden. Your injury is obvious, and my injury is hidden.
However, I am not a saint, no matter how I don't care, I can't pretend to be happy.
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