Side View Of Special Time Poem by Cui Gya

This time I'm not standing on the bridge to see any scenery
You don't have to look anything at the window
I shut myself in my room
To conform to the rules of the world
Everything seems to be stagnant
Silent me
I can empathize with emotional waves outside
Many moments, excitement takes over flexibility
Many days, fear crushes fearlessness
Many nights, anxiety replaces worry free
Colors are no longer bright
Wind and moon no longer flow
Only a few introspection circulate continuously
Humor must come from self discovery
Food must come from one's own stove
Paying for the depression after the Carnival
When we get through the gloom
Time will be fresh again