Ninety eighth love poem written for you

Mondo Culture Updated on 2024-01-31

The river is always calm in winter.

Quietly waiting for spring.

The trees watched majestically throughout the winter.

People coming and going, speeding cars.

Life has taught us to run.

Towards a greater and brighter future.

However, at this moment, the gloom in my heart has been shrouded for too long.

I wish the stars in the sky could borrow a light.

to pierce this gloomy world.

No amount of anticipation can be exchanged for the joy of the moment.

These gloomy days never stopped.

Always wandering in the world.

How many people wept and shouted about it.

How many people end up depressed.

You and I have grieved together for this.

Now, you're silent.

I don't have any more words.

Because of the only flame in those gray days.

Gave up burning on an autumn evening.

There is still a long way to go.

Those unknown or bleak days.

It's going to be here to stay.

We can no longer light the torches in our hands.

We don't walk side by side anymore.

We still long for a ray of light.

Shine into the atrium that has been dark for too long.

Let life regain its strength.

Go find the direction of love.

Only, when I run towards you with a torch held high.

But your closed door does not cast a ray of light.

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