Misty poetry is badly needed.

Everyone in life.

In my life, I have experienced many people.

There are relatives, friends, classmates and strangers.

In my life, some of these people are good and some are bad.

Some I like and some I don't.

I imagined that if they didn't show up, I, if it weren't for me,

So what kind of world will there be?

Later, I found myself stupid. If those things could happen,

Will I have more ifs?

In my life, everyone who passes by may not have all the memories.

In my life, everyone who leaves a memory may eventually forget it.

They are either in the afterlife, or they are coming to plant the afterlife!

A lot of people in my life,

I know some of them, but they don't know me.

I don't know them, but they know me

Some people don't know anyone, only at the moment they meet,

I left a smile, a gesture and a little imagination for the other person.

The second hand of time is always ticking,

Sometimes I don't like that sound,

Sometimes I get fascinated by that sound.

Like a real song,

Can only be experienced at a specific time and place,

Missed it,

Is not perfect.

Time dilutes memory, reality and imagination.

I have a line in my head.

It's a long, long road,

Time hides it,

So I have no direction.

Those who have walked through my life,

Some people showed me the way,

Some people gave me some questions and choices,

Some people helped me draw some routes,

But I don't know where they all lead,

Rebirth or death?