Sleepless nights
The more I hate the world, the more
The shadow of love and hate is
With darker colors
Standing around me mercilessly
It was just clumsy
I’m swallowing up a long day.
The reality that you have no choice but to hate
Maybe the more I hate it, the more I hate it
My life is a deep quagmire
It’s not mine
I try to deny everything, but
Just for a moment of avoidance
It’s just a weak excuse
What can be hated in the world
Probably as much as I hate
Because I still love the world
For some reason, tears dried up
In the corner of that hatred
For me to be reborn
Solitary struggle crouching
For the days to live again
To the last remaining passion in my heart
That heart that can be hated
Reminded of as a small miracle
No more stupid
Rather than obsessing over the past
Once again lavish
Yes, the exhausting day I live
No matter how sleepless the deep night is
Even in the deep tunnel of loneliness
Hate is proof that I am alive
Accept it as a thread of luck
This night, chasing the stars in the sky
Rather, I try to keep it as a phone cover.