happy
You don't have to talk.
sometimes
A seemingly lonely person
Doesn't mean unhappy.
The depth of the night
Is that he doesn't make any noise.
Mei's integrity
She doesn't like to show off.
sometimes
A wordless smile
Far better than a paragraph of text.
The more you talk about it,
In the eyes of others
It doesn't seem to make any sense
Author: Xia Ming
Wechat official account: prose poems of youth
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