Original poem "Wings"
Sometimes it's very confusing,
Why am I losing my direction to freedom?
Sweating profusely and silently looking at the distance,
The galloping echo of thousands of horses resounded in the night sky
It turned out that I was the loneliest street lamp.
If I stand on the top of a mountain,
The cold wind pierces my flesh mercilessly,
The rain of the ice peaks ticks my spine,
Tear my soul in half,
Half laughed at my stupid ideals,
What is life for?
Half of me yelled at my cowardly incompetence,
To be alive is to prove alive!
The green mountains have collapsed, and the rivers have dried up
Longing for frost and winter snow tells me where to go
Flying among the dark clouds,
The waves in the memories are still surging in my heart,
Even if the wings are broken,
It will still stand proudly in the heavens and the earth!
