He is the stars, thousands of miles of rivers, seas, mountains and rivers

I am a dark cloud, stinking water and silt

He was a dream I didn't dare to dream of

He is something I dare not extravagant

He's a clear sky I can't imagine

He is my beautiful morning light

He's so good

But I was covered with mud

I'm afraid I'll get him dirty

I didn't dare to come closer

Those scarred and painful marks that enveloped me

The bitter memories of the rotten wood and thorns that pierced me

Those blank hours that plagued me became depressed

Those crazy demons, my malicious entanglement, cold and quiet

I don't deserve it

Not even more deserving of loss

So

Why should I be extravagant and delusional?

Why bother to be happy in the midst of suffering, and think about it to become sick

I could only lie in the corner and watch secretly

remain

This is a one-in-a-million luck

Rejoicing in the exchange of days

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