HMD

Blood red seeps from
the pure white moon.
Surging waves hide unnoticeable
amongst the clamour.
But somehow they all seem like
a fragrant dream to him.

They say that you are born to be a
rotten log that cannot be carved.
They say that fated with
a life full of adversities.
They say that people walking on this
path often head on different ways.

If so, you rather become
your only follower.
Treading the heaven
and earth alone.
In everyone’s eyes,
you are all things to all men,
always calm and unhurried.

Complicated and deep.

You whitewashed your
heartlessness.
Hiding everything you did in life
anonymously in the freezing winter.
As if a warning and
as if self-mockery.
You lamented that life is
destined to be short.

And how many people in your life are
willing to know who you truly are?
Willing to know?
You perceived the true
nature of the world.