I never accepted defeat.
But lately, I don’t even know if I’m winning or losing.
Maybe I’ve achieved something… in the eyes of the family.
But in my own eyes, I feel defeated.
I don’t know the reason.

Just carrying this silent weight on my heart—
not feeling victory, not even defeat anymore.
I’ve lost something I can never get back.
Still, I move forward with this heavy, quiet mind.

No desire to live, no wish to die.
Maybe I don’t even want anything anymore.
Yet somehow… I keep walking.

Yes, I smile.
But deep down,
I’m tired, brother
Really tired.