作者 莉宝




Who can cast right and wrong far from me,

A few slanders claim to cleanse my name?

Three parts cold stares, seven parts absurd lies,

I’d rather drink alone and laugh inside.



Hearts shift like tides—impossible to trace,

But mine stands straight like unbending bamboo.

Let them paint the canvas of right and wrong,

I smile, unchanged, through it all.



If the world tilts unjust, I walk with the wind,

Let rumors cut deep—I’ll smile through the sting.

What’s life worth if it’s lived in vain?

To not find joy—that’s the real loss.



Mock me, scorn me—I won’t say a thing.

I pour the moon from my cup into my heart.

Even if it dooms me to a life of solitude,

I’ll still sing my song into dreams.



Lies drift like fluff across the sky,

I use my voice like a kite to steer them.

Who says injustice means bowing low?

I choose to pass winter with grace and ease.



If the world’s unfair, I walk with the wind,

Though fate may twist—I still smile inside.

Since I’m here for one brief walk through life,

If not for joy—how could I face the spring breeze?

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