The "soul" that sank in the dark

Cario Van 18/05/2020

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It belongs to the dream of four years as a teenager.

It’s almost done

A little glad and a little sorry

There are gains and regrets.

This dream

Suddenly long and sometimes short

It‘s time to wake up...

18 years of wind and rain

Grow up too much

Learned a lesson

Learn to bear

Gained experience

Touching and rolling

Got it and lost it.

A colourful life

In the scattered memory

More left or

Campus life

These are all worth remembering.

Pass away

I can’t come back.

In the days of self-study

Less company

A little more clean

Maybe I‘m used to loneliness.

But sometimes I still can’t resist loneliness.

Keep worrying

Constantly struggling

Regret from time to time

Tear the cells

Accelerating heart rate

Stimulate nerves

Sadness oozed from the empty eyes.

A tear more on the ferocious face

The thin air is filled with sadness

Suffocating, I drowned in despair.

Unable to extricate

Sometimes

Impetuousness in the daytime

Dumb meditation in the dark

Pray silently in candlelight

Trembling and touching the tricky self on the wall

Shadow betrayed my soul

Give me a requiem

The heart is like a knife

Be low in spirits

Tears

Even life and death are indifferent.

Time of running water

I don‘t want to cherish it.

I don’t want to use it.

What do you want to save?

But it‘s all over and turned into a floating cloud.

Scold

Let it go.

All right

Sometimes

I stared at the glimmer in the dark reflection.

Trance

The story of passing keeps emerging in front of us

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.

The eyes are a little wet again. I’m inexplicably sad and cry.

At this moment, I look

Not know whether to laugh or cry

Like a clown, he desperately interprets humour.

Who has ever thought

How much pain is covered by the strange smile on the mask?

In fact, the heart is so fragile and vulnerable.

Laugh loudly

Silently laughing at his hypocritical self

How can you be so incompetent?

Live foolishly

Are you really willing?

Optimism hides sadness and is happy.

Negative engulfs enthusiasm and is frustrated.

This perverted personality

Where to put it? It looks like

It seems that they all respond to different scenes.

Occasionally, I wave alone.

Meet the sunset, it looks like

It seems glorious and dim.

The blushing sky is gradually falling.

Rendered the mood

Darkness erodes thoughts

Slowly lost

Over time, I learned it.

Pretend

Scold

Extremely ridiculous

Am I still me?

The black hole at the bottom of the heart will never be full

The universe in my heart crashed repeatedly

Crazy conservative childlike innocence

Maybe it‘s also suitable for student days.

Excessive release of wildness

It may be whipped by society.

I am just 18 years old.

Maybe it’s impulsive.

Learn to control yourself

Maybe there should be some process.

Or maybe

This is just a kind of confusion, right?

Sometimes

Think about the past that can‘t be returned

Looking forward to the near future

Then came fear.

Afraid of mediocrity, afraid of things being human

Maybe I have thought too much.

Maybe this is the reality.

Can’t escape

Then keep redeeming yourself desperately.

So that you can recover from yourself and face it again.

Carefully recall the happiness in old times

Just to get that short-term comfort.

How humble I look at this moment

Complexness devours the precious simplicity

The world of true and falsehood

Still won‘t spare anyone.

Possible

This is life, right?

I hope the world can treat it more gently.

I hope the world can be more beautiful.

I hope the future me

Less edges and corners

Avoid being sophisticated and smooth

I hope it looks

Live so much like yourself...