Journal

Life is too brief,

but the twenty four hours they are too long!

What will you do

when you wake up this morning?

I will spend my whole day waiting for you only;

I will let the time flow like the speed of a snail.

Today, what you have to do?

I will only seek your smell in pages of my journal.

Life is too brief but twenty four hours are too long

what will you do when you wake up this morning?

We will not see each other today,

and my heart will utter no words.

When the life ends,

twenty four hours still

lingers in the pages of my journal.