The First Knight
Green air, simple mansion, I hang all my dreams here
On the foam cloud and the big tree stretching there
I know it will be very hard, but he believes I can do it
Because I'm the first knight to lean on
I never believed all the bullshit about love
Submissive girl, weak girl, girl who doesn't understand anything
Don't know how to kill that stupid patriarchy anymore
But what I always remember, I will never be frail
My dreams are gems and my efforts are like bloody wounds
I write all the stories in the warmth of the loft candle
Until the last light goes out, my fiery soul never gets dark
And I saw my sister's old piano, then I became more dashing than beforeThe mailbox, the golden fence, he sits with his wine there
Never know what it's like to live under the farm roof
But he's my best friend, ever since we met in the fall
His palace is always open to us, but his heart is only welcome to me
I know, I can never be his dream girl
Because I love my pride so much, no matter what all the haters despise
I will always go running for my dream in nirvana
Because it's more worthy than all their boasts
I believe one day I will live with people who are on the same way
But let me finish the whole story and have a happy ending
Because I will be the first knight in my own story
And I will also definitely become the antagonist in the someone else's story
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The First Knight [END]
PoetryThe past that is permeated in the recesses of the soul need not be forgotten. Remember and carve beautifully with the dust of the flying fire. Love may come, but all you know is pain. Your little soul is incapable of accepting the reality that is in...