Thinking of the first time fighting with sea shrimp, a good friend sent this word to comfort me.
Everyone has a blind spot,
he can't get out, and others can't get in.
I put the deepest secret there.
You don't understand me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a wound,
deep or shallow, covered with cloth, thinking it does not exist.
I smeared the most crimson blood there.
You don't understand me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a love, with
heart, affection, force, moved and sentimental.
I hide my hottest mood there.
You don't understand me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a line of tears,
the cold water they drank, the hot tears brewing.
I put my saddest grievances there.
You don't understand me, I don't blame you.
Everyone has a confession,
uneasy, uneasy, but full of sincerity and courage.
I use the most lyrical language there.
You don't understand me, I don't blame you.
You will never see when I love you the most,
because I only love you when I cannot see you.
Similarly, you will never see me when I am the loneliest,
because I am the loneliest only when you cannot see me.
Maybe I will hide my sadness too.
Perhaps, I am too comfortable with my scars.
Perhaps, in your eyes, I am too good at taking care of myself,
so you never consider my feelings.
You think that I can recover very quickly,
somewhat selfishly think.
From rainy to bright sun, I passed muddy, wind and rain.
Along the way, you never understood me, and I never blamed you.
I am not trying to show my generosity,
nor do I want to show my generosity.
I just want you to know that there is no feeling and no blame.
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