Face in Mirror

Actually, life is nothing more than a shadow that moves throughout space and time.

We decorate our faces in the hot sun.

A pockmarked face that is never satisfied.

On a quiet night, the moon cried sadly at the doubts of the earth's children.

Walk down the dark alley of life.

If the moon can plead, it will ask for another eye, which is clear.

A sincere heart without being tempted by this world deception.

Because of these doubts and anxieties, it was really far behind to pick up another morning.
2019

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