How don’t we recognize the ones loving us so?
One moment, a fleeting flash of time
And world is faded in dark crimson cold
Why don’t we remember the promises
Once given in the hour of love?
Why don’t we hold deep memories
Once so dear to our torn souls?
How bitter, how cold
It is when heart is sold
Dearly given to the ones we love so
Every day on my way to the dream
I never dare to give up my only hope
Wherever my road goes
To the sparkles of joy
Or shadow of sorrows
I wonder why they cannot see
In what I dearly believe
Whenever my story ends
No matter how far
At the very moment you are
My heart flows to yours
In the mirror of pride left no sign of light
Only shadows of murderer’s nights
Fallen stars beyond the depth, tears sparkling in eyes
For the ungone still filthy cold lies
Every day on my way to the dream
I never dare to give up my only hope
It’s always hard to light a candle
Easy to curse the darkness instead
Following the path of sinners, still running ahead
Knowing those ones are all dead
Never dare to leave giving up my last hope…
Linlin's Poetry 