This is Attitude

Pain stems from bloodline, because people are like the ocean.

Happiness comes from the later years, because people are like mountains.

Pain is often hidden, happiness is surely exaggerated.

Pain is like a needle, piercing at a specific place,

Even if it's extracted, it leaves a lingering wound,

Afraid of massive bleeding, or whimpering,

Happiness is like a blue sapphire, embedded somewhere,

Shining brightly, once broken, there's a reason,Pain, sometimes feels numb and itchy,

Pain, sometimes emerges as caramelized sweetness,

Pain, sometimes lingers in memory,

Like a jar of aged wine, once broken, it becomes sour and vinegar, adding another wound,

Sometimes happiness flashes, just a shock from pain,

It's pain that cannot be forgotten, also cannot be forgotten,

Best to let it wander in the confines of memory, struggling to experience the harshness of life,

Like raising a caged bird, constantly thinking about picking a piece of the clouds,

Grant it a dream, let it play,

Whether to go or stay, leave it to its own discretion,

When you have the thought, fly towards the sun,

Slowly drink clear air and breeze, let it fly,

To forget you, this is the attitude.