lose yourself paroles

“You saved me, to repay you, I decided to devote myself to you!” An Ran just did a good deed casually, but was entangled by this black-bellied, ice-cold face. “No... no need, I'm still young,” An Ran sweat madly inside, waving her hands repeatedly. The man, however, was very serious: “I will wait for you to grow up.” But, isn't your image of throwing a tantrum too unbearable to watch? Didn't you say you were like Cold-faced Yama, aloof and abstinent, with an eight-thousand-meter glacial demeanor? A certain brotherhood wiped a bitter tear and said, what's the big deal about throwing a tantrum? Neglecting friends for love, betraying friends for affection, and always have to be ready to be fed dog food. They just want to ask, such a brother, can we return him?

I, Zhang San, am absolutely a good person! I swear by the eight generations of my ancestors! What!? My ancestral grave just exploded!?

On the surface, he is the aloof and standoffish patriot whose sole purpose is to serve the nation. On the darker side, he is an invincible, powerful and mysterious man. She has devised her scheme carefully, plotting against him to cheat him out of his everything and his first experiences. In the end, he flees, leaving all of his assets behind. On the second day, however, she is threatened with a knife and forced to go to church. He declares obnoxiously, “You either marry me, or die.” “I’ll marry you! I’ll marry you! I’ll marry you, will that do!?!”

She had never thought that she would sleep with her former adversary, but it turned out to be a fantastic match for both of them. However, when they got married, his apathy finally enraged her, and she yelled, "you damn bastard!"

[Undead Synthesis | Entry Fusion | Ruthless | Witch Transformation | Slight Yuri Undertone] This world is insane. Gods who’ve lost themselves. Witches who’ve stolen divinity. A Church that publicly worships gods — yet secretly covets their power. Nobles who appear honorable — yet devour people whole behind closed doors. If one were to summarize the entire continent’s history in a single phrase, it would be: “The weak are prey, and profit rules all.” Earthling Hemu reincarnated into such a rotten world — as a minor lord despised by all nobles. Assassinations, ambushes, poisonings, false accusations, rebellions — there’s no “most devious,” only “more devious.” Fortunately, the Transmigrator Administration Bureau hadn’t forgotten to hand out cheats: the ability to plunder others’ entries, fuse entries into stronger ones, and raise an invincible army of the undead. Since the ruling class refused to play fair, she decided to flip the entire board instead. “Assassinate me? Fine — I’ll slaughter your whole family.” “Frame me? Then don’t blame me for framing you back.” “Rebel against me? Too bad — I already control your soldiers.” Manipulating souls, rewriting minds, constructing a Soul Network and building an Underworld in another realm, using alchemy to forge titanic giants, modifying bloodlines to create the ultimate race — and when technology wasn’t enough, she’d simply fuse entries to break all limits. Step by step, she ascended the path to godhood. Yet, who could have foreseen — that the world’s calamity, the ruler of death, the “Little Western Lord” of Heim, the eternally youthful Loli Reaper, the legendary Death Witch, Hel Heim — would one day come to regret most of all the moment she placed upon herself that damned [Witch] entry.

Abidemi had always felt like an outsider the moment her mother died. Sure, she had a best friend and little brother but it never erased the feeling that she didn't belong to the Kingdom Of Valtis. So she decided to leave Valtis for Elov. What awaits her?

"One wild night, one mystery man, and one very legally binding marriage certificate later..." Jasmine Heart did not sign up for this. Okay, maybe she did—technically. But in her defense, she was drunk! Now, she’s stuck being Mrs. Frost. Her new husband? Aiden Stark Frost. Billionaire. CEO. Certified menace in a three-piece suit. And he has a plan: one year of marriage or one heir—then he’ll let her go. But Jasmine has her own plan too: Make Aiden’s life a living hell until he begs for a divorce. - Rearranging his million-dollar mansion? Done. - Making his life hell by flirting with his business rivals? Check. - Playing the perfect doting wife… but only in public while pretending to be the worst wife imaginable? Absolutely. - Definitely not falling for his infuriatingly smug face? Working on it. But Aiden? He’s enjoying the challenge. And worse? There’s something in his dark, knowing gaze that sends shivers down her spine. Something dangerous. Something that whispers… she might not be entirely human either. Let the games begin!

To love is to give yourself away to place your heart in trembling hands. To lose is to hear the hollow echo of what once filled you, a silence heavier than sound. To heal is to learn that broken things do not lose their light, but often shine brighter than before. Healing is not forgetting, nor is it pretending the wound was never there. It is choosing, again and again to breathe, even when every breath burns. And though the world may not understand the weight you carry, still, you remain. Still, you are enough. Still, you are alive.

...You turn and see a man like no other, his black hair falls perfectly in place and his piercing blue eyes meet yours. Every muscle in his body sings in perfect harmony as he moves. ...He gives you a cocky smile and slowly removes his shirt. You knew that the man before you was well built but this is a ridiculously, breath-stealing, indefinable masterpiece sitting in front of you. You're trying to regain some sort of respectability around him but you can't control the flush shifting inside the very foundation of your being. You swallow visibly. He sees your blush shining like a beacon for all to see. His cocky smile returns on his face and he knows what he's doing to you... ....You open the door and the smell of the ocean fills your senses. You feel the wind through your hair and the unmistakable stickiness that comes with the sea air. You walk on the deck to the side of the ship. The moonlight is playing on the dark ocean in front of you. It's a warm summer night. You hear the waves crashing against the ship. You take a deep breath of the fresh ocean air. You stare at the ocean and an unfamiliar calmness comes over you. You feel for the first time that you have to be here, that this is where you belong. You've always wondered if you made the right choice and this feeling right here confirms what you've been thinking all this time. This is your home now....

Question your own mind.Does that answer your question correctly?Or remain silent.Is your brain asking you questions?If they ask a question, what kind of question are they asking?Does your brain answer your questions or ignore you?Through Tathagata Buddha we can focus our minds and get the right results.