(1)
Hazy night sky,
Kissing that deep memory.
Open the window,
Open the door.
Let those fresh earthy smells,
Moisten this busy and desperate soul.
(2)
When these long-awaited elves came from the distant horizon, I felt a deep pain in the depths of my memory. Perhaps, this comes from a kind of silent pity for moistening things, but it is more of an aftertaste of pain.
I no longer remember how long I have been alone, how many times I have soaked the pillow with tears; I have forgotten the songs we once shared, and I have forgotten that waiting is a silent fester; my monotonous mood cannot appreciate the complicated life, and my indifferent face cannot accept the hearty laughter. And all this is going on, endlessly------
No one pays attention to your voice, no one cares about your whereabouts, even if you shout at the top of your lungs, even if you are alone. No one cares about your health, no one cares about your mood, even if you are weak and unable to walk, even if you are the only one left in your life. Everything is in the eyes of the one who loves you most, but who can do anything about it? The soul is affected, the heart is in pain, day by day -------