Wang Lihui /Jiangsu
The room was cold
Put those hurt words
In the middle of the night, the healing is wrapped in loneliness
In this world, as much pale as there is, there is so much helplessness
Scenery in the sun
Maybe it was on countless nights
With tears stored courage, courage or resistance
The lights darkened for reason
Those who are willing, or unwilling
The humility of soaking in order to survive
Always one night, torn apart by reality
Nothing else
Pride and pompousness always pay a price
Even if it is alive like grass
Willing to be trampled
Years are the benefactors of terror
It lengthens time and wears down the edges and corners
Until you descend to dust and wake up one early in the morning
Perhaps, there is also a hint of warm sun hanging outside the window
2021.10.28
