Puppet

Yellowed old photos hang on the cliff of memory Is the ring mark between the middle finger love or hurt? Who between you and me can see the future clearly? Vision becomes blurry You draw me a mirage I'm like a puppet being led by you I thought happiness was already in my right hand But it slipped away in the blink of an eye like a ray of light Many years later, you and I met again on the street But I saw you holding her hand at that time Even passers-by laugh at me. What's left of my puppet? The story ends and I'm waiting in the air Even passers-by laugh at me. What's left of my puppet? The story ends and I'm waiting in the air This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.