The mysterious questioner
When I stand in front of you in pain,
You can't say I have nothing,
It can't be said that I am empty-handed.
Every day, before the sun rises, I can only pray over and over again.
Let me disappear.
And every time the sun sets, I can only lie down again and listen to the countdown with my eyes wide open.
You became my companion, sharing my heartbeat, and the night became less difficult.
The poem is "Reply" by Haizi
Currently under revision
Intention: I hope you can love yourself well.
