Autumn feast, modern poetry

It is time.

I don't want to pretend to be happy.

Write it on your face

The vows of the past are gone.

The afterglow of summer is disappearing.

Loneliness and silence

Has been injected into my heart

Celebrate the feast in this garden

Gather and disperse.

Only the night wind blows with fear.

A messy bun

Sweep away the empty heart

Finally, I raised my hand.

Wave goodbye to you

We agreed not to cry.

But I can't stop crying.

At this point, you are drifting away.

The residual temperature has not dissipated.

The end of life is not over yet.

I don't want to see separation.

For you to think about

Trouble again

I have an appointment.

It was still that autumn.

Or that full moon night

Missing person

But in a faraway place