最近其实写了两首诗。不过语言是有限的，空洞的，没有实际意义的，只有行动能真正打动人心。
Something has changed in me
Sunday night lying wide awake
You said I’m your dearest secret
But I have lived with such a fear
That my dearest friend, I’m afraid
Waking from our deepest dream
Even though we promised to stay
One day someone shall go away
Gently down the stream
Disappear into the sea
🌊
Your power
That time you went silent
She yearned for an attention
You didn’t seem to care
“Such a pathetic performer”
In every drop of sweetness
She sought solace and affection
Dreaming of a lover
With tender, warm connection
Then one fierce, blazing summer
Gazing into her reflection
The pain she could no longer bear
Leaving her alone in tears
A caged bird she seemed to be
Desires trapped, without direction,
Longing to break free, to soar,
With her voice as her resurrection.
Why bother
With such pressure
To be a powerless fighter
Against the human nature
Rise up against the power
Be her own wind-keeper
Shed the blindfold of deception
Embrace her truth and liberation
