month

Autumn, the symbol of sadness, the symbol of desolateness, even more so for me, this autumn, spent alone.

When the twilight came, the moon hangs in the sky, picks up the moon cake on the table, and slowly passes it into the entrance. Why did the sweetness of the past become bitter? It turned out to be tears.

Looking up, month, still like that, as if taunting me, yeah, a person’s Mid-Autumn Festival.

Month, reminds me of the person’s eyes, bright, optimistic, there will never be tears in those eyes, when I was young, call him a brother.

Late at night, I lay in bed, tears into the dream, but did not find, a shadow like him, slowly coming, licking my tears, leaving a meaningful smile.

Outside the window, the moon is still shining.

Third day: nightmare