I was forced to water it with endless tears.
Just because I want to remember your eyes, no, to be exact, I can't.
I can't forget your sharp eyes that pierced my heart like a sword.
I can't fight back,
Because I'm really bad.
I can't forget your cold eyes like the Arctic Ocean.
You can't forget the disdain in your eyes.
I can't forget the impatience in your tone,
Although these are the patents you gave me,
But in the end, I can only accept it all, even be grateful.
Because I'm really bad.
I can't forget your mocking eyes. Tell me in silent language that I am really bad.
And I can only respond to it with the most primitive voice-that is, silent crying.
Because I'm really bad.
I can't forget your disgusting eyes, which made me feel like a plague. I didn't let others avoid me like the plague, but under the command of self-esteem, I imprisoned myself in a self-built besieged city, preserving the power of others to avoid me and retaining the last trace of self-esteem.
I started my escape life, avoiding your eyes, hoping to see you soon.
Because your eyes tirelessly convey a message to me like a never-ending radio wave-I am really bad.
But I was wrong. Although I escaped, my heart remembered your eyes.
So I turned myself in.
But this time I won't give in to your eyes, because giving in makes me feel my life is very small.
I have asked myself countless times why I want to live so small.
Yes, I'm really bad now,
So your eyes are understandable, although you have many choices,
But from now on, I will use my efforts to make you feel ashamed of your eyes.
Remember, your eyes remind you that it's bad now,
Remember that your eyes are pushing you to make unremitting efforts.
Remember that your eyes are telling yourself, and always give others a gentle look.
Remember that your eyes are also for gratitude in the future. Thank you for giving me a big blow and keeping me working hard.