World? I Write Poems for Music

. No one stands with me at dusk, no one asks me whether the porridge is warm. No one turns out the lights with me, no one shares my book for half my life. It's late at night with no one to accompany me, no one to share the wine with me. No one wipes my tears of lovesickness, no one dreams of me and my past. No one accompanies me to look at the stars, no one knows that my tea is cold, no one listens to my heartfelt talk, no one interprets the dreams in my heart, no one holds back the tears in my words, no one worries about me walking alone, looking back at the desolate place, no one is waiting for me in the dimly lit place. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.