Tears come every night, Invite my eyes, Talk to my breathes, Read my lips, The dream is shocked, Seeing the books, Kept with the dust, Birds built a nest, I only cry, I just wanted to die, But books smile, I got up right, The message was high, To hug it a while , I found myself relaxed, Thou never be worried, Thou be my friend , And shake my hand. Published in Daily Times, July 7th 2018.