Sorry,
But after listening to the song you wanted me to listen to,
The one I had already listened to thousands of times before,
I must confess something.
My hobbies and interests are not trivial.
I don’t want them to be trivial.
The same way I don’t want you to think that they are.
On the contrary, my ambitions sometimes scare me.
These ambitions will not be attained by a dreamy, romantic moment under the rain with someone.
I think if I ever feel the urge to walk in the rain, I’d walk by myself.
These spiritual moments cannot be shared.
The reason why the poetess wants to leave her busy life behind and focus on simpler things hasn’t been determined yet.
But I’m sure that I don’t want people around me to assume that my interests are trivial just because I’m a woman.
Or because of the way I look.

You should probably also know that I’m attracted to men with feminine qualities.
Such as tenderness, shyness, and hesitation.
I’m more likely to be attracted to a man who doesn’t have any rotten masculine qualities.
Except for one quality, which is perhaps the only thing that makes me identify as a woman.
It’s that I prefer intelligent men.
I especially prefer men who are more intelligent than me.
I’m immediately turned off by men who are even slightly less intelligent than me.
Unlike men who always prefer the pretty, dumb girl.
They want ambitious, smart women to become less ambitious and smart.
Just so they can control them and satisfy their ego.

Perhaps you would like to know how I’ve reached this dreary state.
My brain is divided into right and left hemispheres.
The right hemisphere controls basic human functions,
While the left contains a good deal of protestations and hatred.
More specifically, he hatred of the Egyptian government, the Muslim Brotherhood, and toxic masculinity.
However, I’m waiting for more songs.
They might be better ones next time.