The complete collection of poems on Mo Shanghua
I've never written a sad word, nor have I ever made up a poignant story
Until one day, I found that loneliness can be drunk in my throat, and loneliness can be pumped into my
lungs Maybe the words will be written, the stories will be made up...
But our youth is getting shorter and shorter, and our friends are getting fewer and fewer
We are all like a blind man, without direction, and at ease with what happens; We are like idlers, walking around and never looking back, because we have no way back
Some truths seem to be understood, but they are not known; Some people seem to understand, but in fact it is difficult to understand
I don't know since when I got used to living alone. Miserable alone, who can understand my story!
That being the case, that's it! Fortunately, the story is not over, and life can go on.
So, let's meet again in the memories and get together in the stories.
