I put my deepest secret there.
If you can't get out by yourself, no one else can get in.
Everyone has a wound,
I buried the deepest red blood there.
Deep or shallow, covered with cloth, thinking it doesn't exist.
Everyone has a love,
I hid my hottest feeling there.
Hard work, hard work, emotional, moving, sentimental.
Everyone has a line of tears,
I send my saddest complaints there.
Drinking cold water turned into tears.
Everyone has a confession,
I used the most lyrical language there.
Nervous, but full of sincerity and courage.
Maybe I'm too good at hiding myself.
Perhaps, I am too good at comforting myself.
Maybe, in your eyes, I take care of myself too much.
You, a little selfish,
I can recover soon.
When feelings are absent, blame does not exist.
You never know when I love you the most,
Because I love you the most only when I can't see you.
You'll never see my loneliest time,
Because I am the loneliest only when you can't see me.
You don't know me. I don't blame you.
(However, Yus also agrees that this poem is not written for reference only. )