Unconventional world; troubled life.
I wish love to be a twittering bird,
Which could be kept in a cage,
Who knows who gets the result of trust?
Love, on a side while
Mean society on the other.
I’ll choose sorrow for myself
To reconcile your world.
My life will be blemished; for the sake of your happiness.
You are the flower of spring.
Sweetness of honey you are.
I am only the withered pallets.
With your broken relationship
I am going to arrange the rest of MY life.