Afraid of loneliness, but always alone
Desire to be loved but always get hurt
How many days and nights have I spent thinking alone?
In the world where I grew up
Thoughts dance like poplars
It probably doesn't matter whether it's good or bad.
After going through this journey, I suddenly look back
I can tell every story with a smile
Love passionately and hate sincerely
I just want to work hard to be my truest self