Pedestrians pass by in a hurry

Long twists and turns

Leave no trace behind

I am bruised and bruised

I hide in a quiet corner

Walking staggeringly

The soul is crying

merciless wind

I never like being alone

The wind blows violently

But I often sigh alone when no one is around.

I fell upside down on the ground

Facing the gradually green spring

burst into tears

Want to laugh

No longer able to get up

But cried