On August 19th, for some reason, I felt a bit uneasy. I randomly opened my phone and happened to come across some emotions I had recorded in "Parallel World" during my university days, probably about a dozen or so. That was probably the longest thing I persisted in after a certain age, but now I have long since stopped. I selected 5 pieces that I like more, hoping that the words can help you get to know me.
Difference#
My eyesight is getting worse
Two meters away
A blur
But I don't like wearing glasses
Because I'm afraid
That one day
Those two glass lenses
Will steal all the light
From the depths of my eyes
Mental Nights#
Mental exhaustion
Doesn't necessarily mean
That sleep will come
And bring peace
Singing over and over again
Listening again and again
The night becomes shorter and longer
My thoughts don't wander
Why does my soul
Rest but always so late
Late in Time#
During dinner, I casually watched a movie
The plot was nothing new
But what's great is that the beauty
That everyone longs for in their hearts
Overflowed
I searched for that nice movie soundtrack I heard
I wanted to say something
But I'm used to having nothing to say
I scrolled through the updates on my phone
Colorful desires are blooming
Days always pass by quickly
When I look up
Suddenly, the sky is dark
The words I once said seriously in my collection
Are about to lie dormant for three years
And the people have long since disappeared
Addiction#
Three months
When I calm down
I wrote a total of 16 pieces
Perhaps after a certain age
It's the most I've ever written
There are many things in this world that fear becoming a habit
Habits are like addictions
One day or one moment later
In your melancholy and dazed state
You will realize that although you have quit the addiction
The feeling of happiness that once was
Seems to be engraved in your bones
You look up, struggle
Wanting to grasp desire
But the boiling blood is imprisoned by the icy bones
Confined to the prison in your heart
Numbness prevails
Two Weeks#
It's been two weeks
Since I last remembered anything
Perhaps it's been more than two weeks
From the moment that impulse surged in my heart
And fell back to its rightful place
The warmth gradually disappeared
And then, in the unusually long mental struggle
I became a coward in my heart
Ending all fantasies