You always tell me I'm unlucky. Under a star that brings nothing but loss. Under a star of unknown age, gender, and place. The people I cherish always leave first. Under a star with no place to call home. Sleeping, unable to go anywhere. Under a lonely star. I'm watching a fairy tale. Before I knew it, I found myself on a stage beneath a sky full of stars. And there, I sing to you. A song of love born from the stars, still unseen by anyone, dazzling and too fleeting.
9/22/2025
My Song
Like a nameless flower blooming unseen in the deep forest, then fading away unseen, I too will create songs that reach no one, sing them quietly, and quietly end my life. That is the kind of song mine is.The path of my life that no one knows.
