The sun was blocked by clouds,
You'll feel a little cold.
On the platform, the teacher performed the Hall sensor.
No direction, no mood,
The brain stopped thinking,
Life has lost its meaning,
Some people say that without a goal, everything you do is meaningless.
Anyway,
Lived in exile for decades.
My heart hurts a little,
The soul cannot rest in peace,
I have no harbor where my soul can park.
Life is twisted and time evaporates.
No longer choose to believe,
This society is too realistic.
Watching with the poet's sad eyes,
The beautiful ones, the ugly ones.
Helpless people cry in the dark,
Yes, there are always dark corners in the world.
The sun cannot shine forever.
The soul is wandering,
Life is drifting,
Those lovely family members are struggling with responsibility and reality.
Climb hard!
Stranger's tears may be indifference,
Maybe it's just talk ...
The dark clouds will not disperse,
Is the bird afraid?
Not across the sky,
Maybe not awake,
Maybe lost,
What is absolute?
What is absolute?
Life?
I want to know what I am doing.
Meaningless everything?
Those responsibilities?
Those relationships?
Those masks?
What's behind it?
Is it a blood-sucking tooth?
Is it an ugly face?
Or a dried-up soul?
Modern Poetry with Life Perception 2 Another Air Crash
Feel the fragility of life again
One by one, fresh life glides among the clouds like white clouds.
With longing for a better life
Desire for survival and attachment to family.
As the sun sets.
I wonder if I will be reborn with the dawn of tomorrow.
But in this world, I can't hear the call of my relatives anymore.
Can't feel gentle touch and intimate whisper.
At this time, I am more attached to survival than ever before.
Even glad I'm still alive.
Once because of their mechanical operation.
Repeat yesterday yesterday every day, and the days ahead are always so long.
Even hate this empty life.
However, when these air crashes happened before our eyes.
Countless lives just disappeared.
Ended their hopes and dreams.
Draw a bloody exclamation point
I feel the preciousness of life.
Precious time
Death is not terrible.
What is terrible is the pain and helplessness of the living.
Terror is the sorrow of the living.
Silence is a wound in the soul that can never heal.
Those lost lives have many dreams.
Maybe plan a long trip.
Perhaps it is to plan the boundaries of life.
Probably planning a party.
However, everything came to an abrupt end in this disaster.
It's always a pity to be a dead person.
The living suffer forever.
We are still alive.
Still dreaming your own "dream"
Enjoy the natural air
And free time.
We have no reason to perfunctory life.
Waste time and let the years pass.
Perceive the meaning of life in life
Living is the capital to change yourself.
Although everyone will eventually go to the grave
Some people sleep peacefully in the sunset.
Go like a dream.
Some were devastated by storms, such as fallen flowers and blue flowers.
No matter how you go home, you will turn into a pinch of dust and a breeze.
This is the end of all tracks.
If there is reincarnation, it is also the beginning of another end.
Because time records the life cycle.
And traces of life
Life is also lost in the countdown of time.
Cherish today.
Seize the moment.
Every night is death.
Waking up is a new life.
Let's live separately
Treat life
Tomorrow, I will devote myself to life with a new attitude.
Enrich every minute of your life.