Change

The change is vigorous,

A bullet train drags me on and on,

And the desolation of the city passes by in a blur.

Spider webs cover my study table,

Dust collects on my old paperbacks,

My fantasy land lies hidden behind a poisonous mist.

They cut off the satin wings of the angels,

The dragon fire flickers dimly far behind,

And the bricks hang from the walls of the once-mighty castle.

Childhood laughter has turned to unshed tears, 

Can't pick up a book without recalling old times,

This train won't be stopping anytime soon.