Poem: A Slow Walk through the Poplar Trees, Gradually Burning into the Cry of the Heart

"Walking slowly, slowly through the poplar trees

Reflecting on my life, various thoughts fluttering

Just the sound of the cold, blue autumn wind, yet my heart feels so much

Nostalgic, painful, joyful, and happy memories of the past

My destiny has been like a rollercoaster

Many things have happened, but I believed in myself

I have walked hard without looking back

In the autumn trees, I walked slowly

Then a strong wind blew, bringing me back to reality, alone

In the poplar trees, I unexpectedly let out a cry from my heart

Please, winds, listen to my thoughts

My path has been rugged but very happy

No regrets, I have lived my life fully

Then the leaves were blown up, brushing against my body

And my cry grew louder

What a wonderful world, to burn one's life

October 6, 2023, 06:03:03