Genderless's post

Warmth that bloomed in wisps Calculations disguised as warmth Pretense and incitement that pretended to be for my own good Filled with jealousy and complacency The mud that torments the young lotus leaf Eyes that see through the shell of lies But eyes that inflict even greater wounds Yes, to live is to be hurt The blood that flowed desperately and slowly to Daegu Even that last drop has rotted and decayed And there's nowhere to lean on The big lotus leaves, having never been embraced by a very big lotus leaf Don't know how to properly embrace a small lotus leaf Become a lotus leaf that stands firmer than anyone else Unable to soak through that blood and mud I don't know how long I can endure But please, hold on No, you don't have to hold on Just live.