Poetry: Missing Outside the Window

?

? one day

You locked the window.

at that time

I am standing under your window.

Like a fool.

Stand in a world you can't see.

at that time

The wind came late.

I quietly despair.

Hear the call of death for helplessness

It was quiet outside the window.

This seems to be the withering of flowers.

Premature tenderness

Buried the unseen prophecy

Footsteps came from the darkness.

yesterday

Turned into a deserted beach.

Indulge in beauty

All I got was that goodbye.

When you retreat like a wave

My life is over.

Unwilling to leave

Can't open the flower basket of memory

The window is locked.

Can you lock the sunshine out of the window?

The night is not your eyes.

The heartbreak of moonlight

It's embarrassing, too.

You don't sleep.

The window lingers beside you.

Life is not a locked window.

Overflow of loneliness

Sorrow wipes away tears.

Emptiness is not the return of the king

Whose window am I knocking at?

Write a piece of acacia in front of the window.

You don't understand.

I also like the leaves of Sanqiu.

Cowardice floating in the void

one day

If you open the window,

You will see my smiling face-