To look back the track
I have travelled so long so far
But I got the track
Under some unwanted cover
A little bit of it under the heavy mist
And the rest of it perhaps I forget
When I want to see ahead
The road appears like a snake
Dances at every corner
With darkness
The vision is blurred
Even the straight line pops up with threat
The present moment is neither better
Half is full half is empty
No bitterness
No content
But since you gone
I can say I am not happy
and I wait for you to come back
till then I rub my heart against the pen