How to title the past day?
I sighting,
but my pen cannot draw them down.
Yesterday, lingering spirit for my soul.
A nightmare wandering in my mind.
I sighting,
but my pen cannot draw them down.
Yesterday, lingering spirit for my soul.
A nightmare wandering in my mind.
I smelt the blood,
heard screaming,
and boom of cannons.
I called myself again’n'again,
to be back to consciousness.
Suddenly, I noted the ancient motto,
“Sky, always blue…”
Thus, I came back to my body.
Nothing’ve changed.
For the only thing,
I’d be responsible enough for the future.
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