crusted over with a sugary but bitter sweet

First of all, move to another country? Now that's intense. Well anyways, here's a poem for you

这此时此地铁路局面的形成:

buried in chocolates

mountains of crystal

shattering in my hand

a glass heart

with wooden eyes

that's what you were

an empty shard

of broken love

you never saw the best in me

the wood

too adjusted to darkness

all those years spent in the shadows

you release it on me

a skittering mouse

that runs

runs

runs

away from you

that's what I am

that's what you saw