You don't ask, I don't say. I am slient because I am crazy inside.
If you hear, please response to me in the faraway place.
Sunset in the sky, birds fly toghter. Only me on the bridge looking at the cars coming and going.
Where are they going?
To meet the person they are eager to see?
To deal with something about work?
To go home where it is just called home?
To go home where full of love?
Who are they staying for?
No one stays for me just as I don't have anybody to stay for in the whole city.
I am looking forward to the direction of future.
Is there anyone will stay for me?
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~By Comma Jia 27th July 2019
