Alone and alone
At that moment, when I stood on the shore
It seemed that I was A representative of mankind
Facing the time passing by no words or no doing
Frankly there is pointless to say a word
or at all time to do anything
So, just waiting quietly for it going by,
And waiting for the clear turns to be clear,
And the turbid remains to be turbid.
The years of the river are endless flowing
Day and night, washing all matters except me
Leaving me behind on the shore, knowing nothing
To say, to change
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2018 |