The Last Day of the Year 岁除
Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling.
Why am I getting so tired and feeling so lost more easily these days?
Am I counting the sheep too fast? Should I slow down?
Is it because the year is finally coming to an end, but I still do not see an end to this pandemic?
Even though I have you, I am still my same old self.
Nothing much has changed. Or maybe, just a few more lines and white hairs.
Even though I have you, I think I am the same old self.
Perhaps much less suspicious and more trusting, and maybe just a little happier?
I know you are still there for me. Maybe I don’t see you that often now but I know that I can still feel your warmth beside me.
I am sorry that I need so much space in my life to be who I am.
To be myself and to be safe in this crazy world.
You ask me, why do my happy tunes still sound sad? It is because I wrote them when I was sad.
Then why am I always sad?
I ask myself, can happy people still write songs?
In life, some questions do not need to have answers.
How does it make it more meaningful to have answers to every question in life?
Today is the last day of the year.
Tomorrow, the sun will shine again. For you and me.
Softly but surely, as the wind tells me so…