I can't express what's in my heart. I want to turn over time and live again. However, it has come to this day. What I gritted my teeth and persisted in was what I didn't want. I told myself to be strong at all times but failed to achieve anything. Why am I like this now? This is what I want. I destroyed the things I love most with my own hands. I often wonder, why do people have dignity and where do they usually use it? These panicked pasts.
What do you think about in the dead of night? Are you telling yourself to be strong when dawn comes?
Do you raise your face when there are tears, or do you raise the corners of your mouth when you are in pain?
Do you love me?
Have you ever loved me?
Did you feel any emotion during that night of kissing?
Did you feel sorry for me when I shed my first tear because I loved you so much?
Can you feel the heartbeat that breaks due to longing for countless nights?
Like a vulture caught in the desert, like a loneliness after the prosperity has ended.
Look, who knows, what flows in the blood is an unprecedented kindness, and he is always willing to die on the battlefield to fall in love with a bleak love. Can't you see this scenery, just like I don't know how to love you, we always know only sad sorrow and this unwilling ending like today. I understand, the way I let you go, I have also seen everything through, the way I turned around
I am always unconsciously afraid that I will let these disguised toughness cover up the softness, my vanity, my panic, the way I am good at.
That is
A lotus-like rebirth. . .