A poem policyears before, has no name

Do you know
I don't want to watch my life go on
They do not want to go into the crowd.
Entering their survival
In fact, I hate my reluctance more.
But I have no good solutions.
Even if you die, there will still be irrelevant dead souls around
I like summer nights sitting on the balcony watching the stars
Try your best to make your eyes go around
But never get rid of the city's noisy nets
I also like walking around the street at night.
Let the night wind fill my body
But it is always plagued by noisy and heartless interference.
Looking at yourself through the window is an alternative emptiness
Outside the body, outside the consciousness, outside the eyes of the world
For me, it is a sky that cannot be touched
The greedy desires at the bottom of people are clearly visible to me.
I will increase my dislike for a minute.
So I don't want
I cannot tell myself
Happy and sad look
The mirror is a flexible plasticine
Many people will never see themselves in it
I cannot see this world.
I hope it is not a legend.
Blind people can see the sky outside of reality
I would rather close my eyes to become the blind person of life
The defects that will never go back to the moment
For example, I sigh with fear and disappointment.
The night is cool and the night is quiet.
Have a Deep Chill
Blow into the eye and blow into the empty hole
Always saying that this world is really beautiful
Flowers, grass, and lawns
But the air really suffocates me.
When can I open my eyes?
The front is dark

 

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