Festivals

Festivals...
Were not as same,
As they were.
The fun and joy seems to be missing,
While the purpose of it,
Seems to be further away...
Memories stir...
Of the festivals,
Long ago,
Where families gather,
Children play among themselves,
Sounds of festive ,
Making the moon brighter.

The day

The day will come,
When the calamity,
Humans have spoke so often...
Will descend,
To the world,
Which already looks the same,
As the calamity that came...
Horrors created by humans,
Destroy them.
None will survive,
For there is nothing to be save...
What is gone is gone,
Destruction claimed it all.

月圆

中秋月亮圆又圆，
可惜人事无此圆。
亲人相思，
病无治，
唯有归乡，
方痊愈。
有情人自思，
何无缘。
无奈之情，
尽向明月叙。