《無(wú)題(No title)》(英文詩(shī))
作于2022年2月27日。
"No Title"
Wiping my tears, saying "I'm OK"
Here, there, nowhere my heart to stay
Hearing crowds gather and go away
Is this my life's real way?
Knowing that so many people suffer
Thinking nothing I could offer
Even not being able to give a shoulder
For one to rely on a little longer
Getting so helpless and powerless
Struggling in the trap of sadness
One, two thousand times being hit
I've a question: "Who did it?"
Why should I be staying in conflict?
Why should I with myself too strict?
Having learnt a great sea of thing
Never mastering the way of doing
Rethinking, recalling, reconsidering
I'm always immersed in that ideology
However, we can see the reality
It's so hurried, unstoppably
People always say "For you I'm so concerned"
But in fact, who cares about you?
A problem without solution
With the disappearance of all notion
Peter
Feb 27th, 2022