Against your profound observation, I stand naked; rigid and pure as intended to be from the beginning of time.
I am aware the moon has always been following my footsteps, as escorting his only precious; embraced by the loneliest, I feel no need to repay any kindness. I was the one who carried its surrounded stars in my bleeding hand.
The spring has gone now, the spring has moved on to another place, and I am staying foot, remaining unmoved by the wind; not ready to leave.
I am the only thing which is genuine and I need you to define me.
