[Write a MV] 4｜"Don't Give Up Therapy" We still have warm sun? However, I found sadly that the sun can also be dazzling.

Contrary to many.

I am weak during the day.

In the dark, I am very strong.

In front of people, I don't know what to do, and I will always be the next person.

No matter how hard you try, you can't get everyone's attention.

I'm not good enough, I'm still not good enough, it's my fault.

After the person, I am unusually sober, and I never envy the honor.

It's not that I don't deserve them, it's that they don't suit me.

Super character, super confident, super be yourself, right? I feel so too.

However, tough queen, I can only be one night forever.

As soon as the sun rose the next day, the fragile me during the day was immediately revealed.

The morning light is too dazzling, I am afraid.

The expectations of acquaintances are too high, and I am afraid.

Who's eyes are too sharp, I'm afraid.

I'm really scared.

Fear has become a heavy shackle that I can't see but can't break free.

It's not that I didn't think about escaping the invisible cage, I tried to face the desolation of the world head-on, I tried to show the scars under the beauty makeup, I tried to hypnotize myself every night, the sun is very warm, there is no need to be afraid.

However, in the end, he was still injured, still cried bitterly, and sadly found that the sun can also be dazzling.

In this case, those who deceive themselves first and then collapse, have suffered for an unknown number of years.

One day, the dawn still came, but it was especially accompanied by gusts of breeze, which brought snow all over the sky.

So beautiful, so beautiful.

Involuntarily, I reached out my hand to pick it up, only to find that it was a dandelion seed.

At that moment, as if struck by lightning, I suddenly realized.

Life is in this world, is to float with the wind and stop with the wind.

When the wind comes, I can stand on the clouds and fly happily.

When the wind stops, although it is inevitable to fall on the mud in pain, as if unable to move, it will disappear in the next second, but I can wait for the wind to come back.

I should also believe that the wind will come again.

If you accept being picked for honey by bees, and you will lose yourself by being flattered, you will understand that being a human being is the most important and purposeful.

Accept being trampled on by bugs and being slandered for no reason, then you know that there is no shame in crying.

After accepting being beaten by the rain and being shattered by reality, I understand that my injuries can only be healed by myself.

Learn to accept, let go of the shackles, enjoy the morning light, and wait for the wind to blow.

The wind will always come.

The sky is flying all the time, it can be dandelion, or it can be my tears.

It's the same anyway.

All are beautiful.

PS

It is strongly recommended that you read my text again after watching the MV.

Then leave a message and tell me, is it because I think too much (laughs)