The poem "Sorrow"

Maybe time is drifting away.

Our route is gradual.

Tend to cross the line

Your steps are in a hurry.

I dragged my tired body to catch up.

Blood on the road

This is my blood and tears.

You won't find it.

My weak smile

I can only continue licking the wound.

Bear all the grievances and unwillingness alone.

Count the time that flies.

I finally admit

Your heart, your world

Is everything that doesn't belong to me

I am a passer-by in your life.

When you are lonely, this is something to keep warm.

Label: Poetry