2025.6.27 《A Contradict Miracle》

I want my face to bloom as a flower,

With my body standing as a tower.

I want my hair to hang down like grains,

With my bones hard like iron chains.

I want to be both solid and gentle,

Both rough and smooth, a contradict miracle.

I want a big embrace, sometimes light, sometimes tight,

In which I can feel both warmth and might.