Poems in the middle of life｜Pause

In the unstoppable daily life,
Press the play button,
Loosen the skull and empty the soft brain,
with murmured music,
Massage takes care of every nerve.

Have a peaceful day,
whether you see it or not,
As the sun rises in the east,
And some faraway places in the world,
Still rife with war and famine.

You are on an endless journey,
Looking forward to the moment to stop,
To dream that you are a marathon runner who finishes the race,
No need to lift your feet anymore,
Lying on the prairie forgetful,
Feast on the vultures.

Your consciousness is still falling like rain,
And the reason why sunshine is so far away,
Is it because the world has accumulated a lot of sadness?
or you accidentally
Undertake too many raindrops?

The sound of rain and the sound of the piano are linked together,
Twist the sound of passing cars into a song,
On nights called weekends,
There is a long way to think about the future,
with a journey I once dreamed of,
Let the river be wet or dry,
You can't decide.

After hearing a thousand and one drops of rain fall,
So you go the narrower one.

Willing to move forward is a kind of strength,
The same is true of not being changed.
Like 1900 is always on board,
Glide the keys with the waves.
Before the soul is exhausted with ashes,
But it's all in this cruel myth,
Have a happy time.