I'm just jotting down my thoughts at this moment, some incoherent ramblings.

The black, dark night,

the gentle breeze caressing my cheeks—

a feeling that should be comforting—

yet instead brings

a heart-wrenching helplessness. I

feel suffocated,

powerless to change anything, too much

disappointment accumulating, gathering again and again. How

can this world find peace amidst its myriad aspects?

The black, dark night

buries so many sins.

All kind people,

remain silent ;

in your silence lies your initial faith.

Rumors are like knives;

I am powerless to reverse them.

The most beautiful is also the most wicked, the

best is also the worst,

the closest becomes the furthest,

the most important is lost.

In the coldest night, I am drunk.

Please let me retain that kindness

, that last shred of dignity,

my heart shattered in the dust.

Time is long, but I hope things remain the same;

time is short, but the sun shines again.

Perhaps all these are the best arrangements.

To the stranger,

I wish you

a peaceful sleep

…

I continue in the corner,

alone,

with a dream,

a trace of sand

existing on my fingertips, a slightly cool memory. I scribble my dreams

on white paper. In my dreams, we set sail. Ahead, ahead, I still exist. The next dawn, editing hope.