Lost in the mist of time,
The bitterness of laughter and tears,
Haunt me still, a bittersweet refrain.
And tears, oh tears,
they flow like the rain,
Uncontrollable, a torrent, a pain.
Memory loss, difficulty concentrating.
Uncontrollable mental internal friction.
I don't want to communicate with others
and just like to sit in a daze.
The point of laughter is low;
I often laugh inexplicably.
The point of tears is also low;
I can't bear the slightest grievance.
I now can't control my tears anymore...
Not anymore...
Sometimes I get excited for no reason.
In a dimming light on an endless night, I am quiet...
I'm a leaf and I'm swept away,
am unheard....
suddenly I made a sound,
I became irritable and anxious.
I can only think of the negative side of each unintentional word...
The point of tears is also low, the point of laughter is low...
Very low...
Sometimes I feel that I am faking,
and sometimes I feel that I am sick.
Tears, oh tears, they flow like the rain,
It is uncontrollable pain.
No one wants to know so much about you deep in your heart;
I'm a leaf and I'm swept away,
You know, I'm jealous of you ;
You are a tree and I'm a leaf.
Just a leaf.
Sometimes I don’t want to talk. I also think that I am always jealous for no reason. But am I? I know it's funny but I do think so... I'll wait for my heart until it's done with its grievance for its owner's incapability. I'll wait for a few days and wait until its owner has money. I'm still wrong; the owner is me. I’m sorry, I've wronged myself. I think changing is always about waiting. I really hate it. Even though the problem has not been solved, the next day I still have to smile and pretend like nothing has happened. But the contradiction is always a contradiction. When I am angry, I will not get better after sleeping. I feel jealous of them, I feel upset with myself...
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_Land Of Lotus °• ✿
PoetryIt's not hard to remember what my lines are when expectations were not kinda melodramatic. It is a time to mourn the loss of the most beautiful treasures I was forced to relinquish, a tender goodbye to fragments of my heart's desires.
