My life is a solitary life,
Wandering for friends.
Tried hard to make, but
all left me in disappointment.
Promises for forever was all words of deception,
Coated in sugar but bitter as poison.
Memories are countless,
But none is precious to be stored my heart till eternal.
Now all I have is loneliness and regrets,
Thinking about whether that was all items to be obsessed.
Old people came back and wanted to be a part of it again,
But I failed to trust them due to thousands of wounds they gave yesterday.
My life is a solitary life, but
I’m happily enjoying the essence of life on my own.