after tomorrow

Countless black and white people flow, where are you, me, where are you.

When did it begin, human nature is no longer transparent.

People put their hearts in the briefcase, the office workers who drive, and the expressionless pedestrians.

I can't see your attitude, your emotions. Because of you, there is an indifferent body of externalization.

I have to look into your heart and pierce your falsehood.

But who is the one who deceived.

So I have to know why I exist and what am I doing.

I want to see that every drop of dew can refract sunlight, and every beam of sunlight can illuminate the earth.

I am not a teacher, I am not a sorghum.

I want to know if it makes sense to live,

Rather than giving yourself and returning to others.

I will not be a slave to the text, nor will I wrap myself in words.

I don't want heavy cotton jackets, even if I suffer from the cold of the bones.

I know that time can't keep anything, and now everything will turn into dirt.

The world is just a plaything of emptiness.

Tomorrow, where are you, me, where are you.