Crying when I fall does not belong to me. At least I can stand up and keep walking.
I just want to live peacefully, why do you want to break this comfort?
I just want to be myself, why should I care about what the world thinks?
So what if she is stunningly beautiful? What about rights? How can such a high and cold place be worth so many people risking everything to pursue?
In this life, I am accompanied by the moon and the lotus... I like the warmth of the moonlight and the unique spirituality of the lotus...