you are my favourite literature,
come and write a poetry
about our amazing journey,
recite to me when everyone sleeps.

you are the shadow to my mirror,
i scan my look at a glance,
sometimes i see it as a straight line,
and it reflects my heart.

the shadow emerges in the mirror,
creates a colorful illusion of our lives,
but i have to bury them,
because i am no longer ingenuous

she grips her hand tightly,
the pain she struggles in nine months,
overjoyed her tears in nine minutes,
and that's the umbilical cord,
she connects her love.