Many times
Many times, I don’t know what to do
Layers upon layers of mazes of loneliness
Hesitating and struggling
< p> The light in my heart is on, but I am lostMany times, I am absent-minded
Seemingly running around recklessly
Running around non-stop
My soul is curled up in the corner of my heart
Many times, I choose to follow blindly
Losing my own direction
For fear of being left on a deserted island.
It seems that this can be tolerated by the world
In fact, many times, I am not even aware of the things whirling around me
Move
Others’ disparaging doubts
I don’t know where I want to go
I just follow the trajectory of my consciousness
Maybe
I am incompatible with this world,
But I only care about you