When checking my email for some old stuff, I found this little poem. I wrote it before 2017101400:32, so maybe in the midnight. It's not good, but I love part of it. "Toast to the shadow with no mercy, and to the past for no future to pray." I guess perhaps it's the time when I love it, something had changed. And here is the origional version of the whole poem.
By the way, I wonder if it possible to write something, considering that I had read every modern poem book in Chinese in both libraries of the university.
For those who will always be there, thou shalt forever be. Toast to the shadow with no mercy, and to the past for no future to pray. -----To my beloved
Rose, slightly as sloth sough, asleep the clough depth.
The mental pattern initially slides into the hole.
Rises the cafeteria and the hat that he used to ware.
Himself, tough also gentle, queen’s always.
Clun be rolled, color and themselves, golden.
Together the highly breathing air.
Yet, filled enough a glance, just with a toast.