Silent Night, Bedridden
The biting wind infiltrated every corner of the world,
An inexplicable rain continued to patter against the windowsill since twilight.
It was wind mixed with rain, or rain mixed with wind,
This night, cold was inevitable.
Following the drip of cars on the road outside,
I stood hesitantly by the window, wrapped in a coat,
Looking out at the distant skyscrapers,
A vibrant tapestry of red and gold, notes shimmering.
Unconsciously, a cigarette was lit,
Accompanied by the taste of nicotine in the tobacco, tears had already streamed down.
I instinctively closed my eyes,
My thoughts drifted back to several years ago:
Warm sunlight,
A spirited young man was sitting on a green lawn, waving to me, his lips curved into a crescent moon.
Not far away, a group of beautiful young women were posing and taking pictures under a blooming peach tree.
Summer sunshine, serene and harmonious,
At that time, people were full of vigor, and flowers were in full bloom.
Blurrily,
Nerves were pricked,
The cigarette was extinguished.
Thoughts were instantly flashed back at the speed of light.
I lay back in bed,
Closing my eyes, sleepless all night.
