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