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