Fresia

Little tired,
No longer smiling
Also tenderness is too heavy
Can't accept, turn back to tears

Looking up at the starry-spread sky
Sketching the future, afraid for tomorrow, fully standing still

Repeatedly trace the days, every time reread it my left hand is trembling
Torn heart, ripped chest, shout that dearly name

Where do the stars flow to?
I'd mind all the light, wrapping everything

In the smiling face you showed,
You are not being answered by me
Even more important
Sorry about the invisible wound

I don’t want any outward appearances
Until you can say you’re the last one.

I’ll never look back again
I will carefully live “this moment”