God, from the day I lived

You won't let me live as I please

Like the lifeline and love line of the palm

And count the circumstances

None of them will be perfect

This half of his life has been intricately intertwined like a branch and a fork

Cut off the trunk and sprout from the side

The day is growing stronger, and a certain place will be left with beauty

Every branch is meant to grow

That leaf

That one flower

Even a fruit that is so frightened that his heart is stiff

But for others

I am already a person who is strong on the inside and soft on the outside

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Note: I don't believe in handprints, but this can be used metaphorically

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