There's no need to recognize that beautiful souls should be naked
The city full of lights is eager for fireworks
Why choose? Maybe loneliness is also a relief
A lonely old wound with bright red flowers
Stick to a belief like a mushroom
Covered with moss will not change
The tired forest gives me cold and dark
But I am willing to offer the only warmth
Live like a mushroom
Small but know the sky and the sea
No one's listening
Grow into tenacious persistence
Live like a mushroom
Ordinary but extremely happy
Hiding in a corner where nobody knows
Don't fake it
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