Could that be you,
It has long been shaped by time.
At that time, you were always stubborn and stubborn
Knowing that this road has no end,
But go on.
Until I was stabbed by thorns on the side of the road,
Until I tripped over a stone on the road.
Knowing that many things have no answers,
On the other hand, you said you wanted to be the first person to find it.
You are strong and stubborn.
You are fragile and sad.
You said you didn't like crying, let alone crying in front of others.
You always have a line of defense inside,
Defend the person who hurt you.
At the same time, it also prevents people who are really good to you.
You said you just need to be quiet,
You said that you just need a simple one.
But because of the seemingly endless road you have chosen,
Change from now on.
You'll be arrested for gossip,
Hiding in the quilt and crying silently.
Your tears are buried in the air,
Buried in the breeze. Just because you don't want others to pity you.
You'll be confused for a while,
Gordon is in the same place, and he doesn't know where to go.
At this time, you are mostly looking at the stars at dawn and don't know the direction.
Bend down and put your head in your hands.
Hiding in the dark and crying loudly.
You who don't like crying the most and hate crying the most,
Why did this happen?
Sometimes when you smile, you are sad.
I have experienced many things and don't want to experience them.
My heart is full. It's time to make some space.
Why lock yourself in a black box,
Why are you confined to this small world?
The world is so big, why do people meet and leave?
Why do some people regret meeting in the end?
Why would someone lose everything overnight?
The world is round and everyone is doing different things.
The world won't stop turning because of you alone.
Only you indulge yourself.
People live in the world, so why bother.
Why are you so obsessed? Why not let yourself live?
This road has no end. When you see another intersection,
Why not choose another one and start from scratch?
However, no.
Therefore, the years have given you a deep blow.
You spent your youth in a daze.
The baptism of years makes you look brand new.
You are no longer stubborn, no longer strong, no longer stubborn.
You've changed. You became a stranger. So,
The other you in your body left you, too
You are weak, you are fickle, and you are powerless.
You complain that the world is unfair to you,
It never occurred to me that, in fact,
When the road appeared before you, you didn't cherish it.
-Dedicated to you who have been erased from memories of youth by years and are hurt all over.
Label: The Future of Poetry