The changes always gonna come,
For better or for worse
And often sound like the drums,
As they are getting close.
I thought we had a truly love,
Until it became dust.
You still can turn on back to me,
But there is no more trust.
You left me one in Universe
And now I’m feeling empty.
You gave me firstly bless, then curse.
I’m died before my twenties.
I hope one day we’ll trade our shoes,
For you to feel the same ways.
Now all I have — myself reverse,
But thank you for the changes.
2020
Changes
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