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.