Add a lost journey to an autumn road,
Freeze the window with coffee steaming,
It becomes not a complain,
Not any tears robbed on the evening.
Let darkness hide in the closed eyes,
Hold the lantern lit with singing afterglow,
It becomes not a sunset,
Not this world without the starline.
Make mistake to count the stars,
Don’t settle on the rim of the crowded shores,
It becomes not a regret,
Not a fire that fades in the rain.
Join the half broken dreams with new one,
Ask the little countless moments what’s life,
It becomes not a lost journey anymore,
Not when they say, ” You are it.”
Teddy ©