I grew up in an orphanage without parents,
I have long adapted to living alone, without relatives or friends...
Some are just one's own loneliness, one's own loneliness...
When you want to laugh, laugh alone.
When you want to cry, cry alone.
Play alone when you want to play,
When you want to go crazy, go crazy alone...
But isn't this kind of life the most ideal?
But I always feel like something is missing...
Maybe my heart is lost in this kind of life...