Laughing in front of people
The night is hazy, and the waning moon locks the sheath of the heart.
We hold hands in the dream, but when we wake up, who can understand the loneliness?
With these two lines of tears, I know who is bothering me.
Leaning alone against the window lattice, I understand that there is no one on the street or bridge.
Laughing in front of others, leaving no trace of heartbreak.
Draw a face and marvel at my unique craftsmanship.
In this funny world, how can the earthworms shake the ancient trees? Quietly laugh at yourself.
In the heart of sorrow and rain, there is no ruthless way to be sentimental.
Suffering like this, I bent my back.
PS. The poem I wrote, I don’t know if it is useful.