I will admit that I am beautiful.
Have a worthwhile life.
die a worthy death
But the autumn of wheat is over and the summer is over.
I am still me.
A heart is still a humble barnyard grass
Barnyard grass that is about to wither
Okay, let me stop looking at myself.
Let me look around the world under the grace of God.
But why can't you see gratitude?
Hear no praise
Only snowflakes in the sun
tears flowing like a spring―tears welling up in one's eyes
Did they find themselves?
Is there anything wrong to regret?
I may cry, sometimes I do.
It is just a physiological phenomenon.
A cold soul with a pure appearance
Stop putting on airs.
Don't let the gentleness of refusing love.
Enlarge the crack in the core again
My ugly but warm soul
Still want to leave a root.
Use up the last drop of blood.
Make up the cracks on the surface
Let the sad people ask my name
Let happy people call me by the wrong name.
Although I have forgotten all the worldly troubles.
But how can I forget God's sorrow?