Pickled Cabbage Superman IV - Pickled Cabbage as a Monk
Persimmon
I am Persimmon, and I have personally experienced N types of men. I come from the great mountains.
My appearance is very simple, or you might say, very rustic. Regarding the love of dandelions, the roots say: "This departure will be long and arduous." The leaves ask: "Will this departure be sorrowful?"
Because the environment in which I grew up was too serene and too closed-off,
So
Everything about me is unremarkable.
I lack sharp edges, and there's nothing extraordinary about me.
If others step on me,
I either feel nothing,
Or I turn into a puddle of mud with a splash.
When it comes to cunning, dominance, and scheming,
I have no ability to resist.
Therefore,
I fear being dragged into competition by others.
Since it was the great mountains that nurtured me,
Please don't push me into the city.
I grew up in serenity,
Allow me to perish in peace.
In the bustling red dust of the city,
The dazzling colors make me lose myself.
Life in the city is too difficult.
Mother, I want to return to the great mountains.
Father, teach me how to plow and farm.
God, O moss, why could my ancestors live that way,
But I cannot return to the past?