《无题（No title）》（英文诗）

作于2022年2月27日。

"No Title"

Wiping my tears, saying "I'm OK"

Here, there, nowhere my heart to stay

Hearing crowds gather and go away

Is this my life's real way?

Knowing that so many people suffer

Thinking nothing I could offer

Even not being able to give a shoulder

For one to rely on a little longer

Getting so helpless and powerless

Struggling in the trap of sadness

One, two thousand times being hit

I've a question: "Who did it?"

Why should I be staying in conflict?

Why should I with myself too strict?

Having learnt a great sea of thing

Never mastering the way of doing

Rethinking, recalling, reconsidering

I'm always immersed in that ideology

However, we can see the reality

It's so hurried, unstoppably

People always say "For you I'm so concerned"

But in fact, who cares about you?

A problem without solution

With the disappearance of all notion

Peter

Feb 27th, 2022