Days without concepts
Zhou Keju
It was a day without concepts.
Take another walk down that trail,
Miss the situation you walked through.
It's a day without definition.
Sit down again on that stone,
Relive the afterglow of your sitting.
It was a lonely night.
Flip through the old diary again,
Read the life you have depicted.
It was a lonely night.
Take another look at that picture,
Taste the bosom you've poured into.
Night, quiet.
Loneliness, pushing open the door of the soul,
Who was it that snubbed the wind?
January, the season of sadness,
I smiled bitterly,
Pick up a withered petal,
It's like picking up the fragrance of time.
Hand holding a broken heart piece, only
Can give you, all the happiness.
On this lonely and cold night,
Are you listening to me?
There was silence all around.
There is my thought in the silence,
The breeze blows across my face,
Did you hear back?
In the dream, holding your hand and walking far, far,
I really hope to go on like this forever. I woke up, but I was still in bed.
Tears, flowing quietly, wetting quietly, and quietly air drying.
Yet God has never given that true love.
Perhaps, fate is in the sky, not the string of tears behind the thoughts.
People who have been forgotten by life are in tears.
People who are bound by love, writing poems.
I worry, this confused day.
I was afraid, this endless night.
Editor-in-Chief: Yang Guangming
Deputy Editor-in-Chief: Luo Yongzheng
Editor-in-charge: Tian Yinglong
Editor: Peng Luanyan Hu Jie