Cruel World
Cruel World
With the purity of lily
And the kindness of blossoms
Her heart was shattered
Life so harsh
She lost her flame
Hope of survival
Lost in the crowd
Survival of the fittest
In a world of competitions
No one is the wittiest
For there is no perfection
In a world of misfits
And there is no hope in a heart filled with regrets
The only way out is with optimization of hearts