If it is said that surviving to survive in this world is a gift, then shouldn't we be grateful to God for living a life where we don't have to worry about having three meals a day or having no shelter on rainy days? Should we be satisfied with this?
If your noble self-esteem is ruthlessly trampled under your feet and repeatedly ravaged by your beloved; if your heart that is already beating carefully is crushed with the palm of your beloved. So, is it time to stop believing in love? Should we no longer have any extravagant hopes?
If even so, the fire of desire still arises in my heart, and I struggle to survive in the cracks with residual thoughts, then I can't even stand the sky anymore?