Come back, dear boy. Modern poetry.

Walking on the silent road

Tears flooded the passing cars.

Staring at the rubble and heartbroken.

What kind of pain hurt Feng's heart?

What kind of injury masks the melancholy at night?

Sadness at night

Who broke the blood vessel and shocked the sky?

The condensed crescent moon hides a gentle smile.

What is the temptation to erase the bloom of youth?

What kind of blood is spilled from the chest of a white-haired man?

Dear child, have you seen it?

Those white-haired eyes were full of absence.

Whose confusion prevented the sun and the moon from walking?

The fire of online games scorched the faces of relatives.

Come back, come back, dear boy.

Come back, come back, dear boy.

No pendulum in the world can lock time.

There is no night in the world that can block out the day.

Your lost garden of youth

Let's get it back together.