If I die, no one will cry for me.
If you sympathize with me, then please put your sympathies away;
How could I, as proud as I am, accept this charity-like sympathy?
Even though I am so ordinary, even though I am so weak
You can laugh at me, but
My pride cannot tolerate being trampled by others.
Proud, humble, strong, fragile
This is the real me
Moreover, now I
How about the weak me?