When life lacks poetry
It's like losing a soul.
An unexplored path
There is too much confusion and helplessness.
When helplessness attacks us deeply
Tired body
It tingles.
We can ask questions.
Why are we sure?
This is a world without poetry.
Why do we get lost?
This impassable road
Poetry has disappeared.
Resentment is hard to calm down.
We walked a bad road.
Poetry is tired of poetry.
These words are carved for an evening.
The tears of the season flow like a long river.
We have more concerns.
Worry turns into withered leaves.
When life lacks poetry
Ideal is tired of ideal.
Memory is a poison.
Money will kill us.
Our confusion continues.
Why don't we have poetry?
Is it because of the times?