You were like running water,
Sew and stitch my body without ponder.
A drop of bitter and astringent powder,
Infiltrate deep into the crack, defective depths of my soul.
My pitiful and pathetic being no more in power,
But to suffer the endless pain in a black hole in sour.
I feel my live is rootless and light,
And can no longer bear and sustain another drift in life.
Just like a swirl,
It swallows up the water weeds as well as the clouds in the sky.