I wasn't there
Don't look for me in my words,
The text is just a storage box for me
I temporarily mixed up the treasures I had collected along the way
Over time, some will turn into pearls, and some will become garbage.
I used my own eyes, shedding the tears of others
I speak in my own language about the sorrows of others
I smile for happy people, sweet for people who love
I squander my emotions in other people's stories
Words are just beautiful flowers that I have cultivated in the garden,
And you, perhaps, are one of them
I'm just a gardener who guards flowers,
All the beauty belongs to the person who looks at the flowers, and has nothing to do with me
So, if you want to get to know me
Don't just look for me from the text
I wasn't there, really