释怀

There's a girl

Who mourned over her loss, locked outside.

She knocked frantically,

Just to realise that

The key has always been there.

It was just that

She refused to see it.

Today, I found the key.
To the door.

I went in.

The room was empty, nothing was inside.

Close to inexistance.

Yet, it was free

From anyone to control what lies inside.

It does not matter anymore even if it was empty,

Cuz birds chirp merrily by the windows.

Bliss, euphoric.

The day will come when

Someone knocks on the door.

* * * * *

你和我
我们

终于，释怀了.