What makes me thinking?
And what makes me being?
Being is to thinking?
Or thinking is being?
What will be a being,
if without thinking?
And what makes thinking
a right being?
Thinking and seeking,
Being and becoming.
Life is torturing
You to be happy.
Forgetting and forgiving
Forever echoing
Peaceful dying
Forever thinking.
I write poems,mainly for the joy of my own.If they can also entertain others,that would be mostly exciting. Poems I write,are in English.Though I am a Chinese and not a native English speaker. I love Poem and English,as well as classical music and book reading.