Haven’t written some shits recently,
Coz I’m not in the mood actually;
Not only for the school work strenuously,
But also for the translation exhaustedly.
Sometimes others would think so oddly,
How come I would become so anomalously?!
Lots of shits really disturb me,
And kind of driving me extreme crazy!
I have no choice but take it easy,
To see if there is somersault miraculously.
Retrospecting the hilarious memories indelibly,
Only, to put it simply, can I recall them ineffably.
Trudging on the relentless street pathetically,
All I can do to alleviate the traumatic sadness is never readily.
Incarcerated within the impasse quite lonely,
Your shadow, say, remains ubiquitously.
If heart and body were separable commensurately,
I, preferably, would be never reluctant to be there undoubtedly.
Being jeopardized either slightly or drastically,
The rapport is curative possibly: paradoxically!
Tedious and spooky as I am, I’ll pray for thee,
The one I care the most, be happy and healthy.
I know I have to be more meticulously and bravely,
Someday, hopefully, it will become truly.

© Ryan Huang