Zi Ji (自己)

There is no correct proportion.

Deliberately considering half-hearted interests.

How to define life.

It's not yet the right age.

Everyone gazes at the starry sky.

Treat it as a muscle reaction.

Human structures are vastly different.

Lowering the chin slightly when relaxed.

Standing or upside down, both are valid.

Crying or laughing, it's just a journey.

A few steps of stairs.

A few steps of stairs, suddenly high and suddenly low, stepping into the realm of the highest point.

Reluctant to look back and examine closely.

The texture of the stone steps.

The heaviness spreads like a palm.

Singing loudly.

Whispering softly.

Let's leave it to time.

Let it give me someone to listen.

The self I cherish the most.

The same face of myself.

Let's leave it to time.

Let it emerge with the same innocence.

Yeah.

Reluctant to remove the comments.

Having understood some matters.

It will be very thorough.

A subtle kind of thoroughness.

Not guessing, not asking, hence.

Calmly, in the end, grasping distance.

Then see the stars.

About gaining or losing

We diverge or gather

Let's leave it to time.

Be grateful, and there will be answers

Self, self

Self, self, self

All left for oneself

The self I cherish the most.

The same face of myself.

Let's leave it to time.

Let it emerge with the same innocence.