In that dark corner,
there is a person;
Who is that?
Why did you end up here?
He remained silent.
He just kept his shadow company.
Maybe he encountered something troublesome?
Or drawing circles and cursing people?
He didn’t go home until night.
It was a cleaner’s home;
It was small, simple, remote,
all It can be said to be the personality label of that house.
I understand,
Maybe he feels inferior.
Because of low self-esteem,
dare not be in groups,
dare not face everyone.
One day I bumped into him,
and said to him:
"Hey, boy, be brave!"
He felt confused,
Facing the words of a stranger,
He felt even more scared,
Another person ran alone into that dark corner.
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