A classic modern poem by a person

We are used to living only in our own world, forgetting that there are still people who care.

I am used to being like a boy, forgetting that I also need comfort

I want to sleep peacefully, but there is no way.

What keeps me from letting go?

I am walking alone in the dark streets.

The initial fear and uneasiness is gone.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if those people are missing.

Early in the morning

The irregular sound of chiseling the wall

disturbs the unclear dream of right and wrong.

Useless illusions, broken.

Started to hear voices, voices that shouldn’t be there.

In this early morning, all I got was a burst of noise.

My world is desolate.

Stepping on the green bricks covered with moss,

Heading towards the unknown road, it is ethereal.

Noon

The raging sun,

verifies the people in this world.

I faced the scorching sun and waited for the green light to flash.

Hiding in the crowd,

Searching hard, I once had friends.

Speed ??up the pace and catch it.

The suffocating heartbeat is beating wildly at this moment.

That shadow, the shadow of laughter,

made me panic.

My body seemed numb and I couldn’t move.

This intersection was a red light.

I could only stop here.

Nighttime

Colorful neon lights,

set off the dazzling light of the stars.

I can do well alone.

I am alone and do not need comfort.

Closed mimosa, I like this too!

Vibrating Douyin and typing on the keyboard.

Different timbres.

Moving the mouse, I think about my mistakes in front of the computer

What’s wrong with thinking about a person?