Loneliness at midnight,
Like a sharp blade.
Scratched but no trace.
Stop but no peace.
It’s quietly approaching behind.
Like putting fire in oil.
If a meteor does not fall,
Darkness will not draw.
Always hovering in
front and back of the intersection,
It seems that everything is not far.
But the result is faint.
When everything,
It has already begun.
And everything,
But it’s just beginning.